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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.
lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."
The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming arms of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment I didn't hear you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
Just barely
I was loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along
Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for? 
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude
False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days, 
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.
Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!
Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moon
then sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doom
would befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be 
I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,
trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.
Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!
They all represen
ArrheniusThe birds are
keeping to themselves
this evening
as the earth shifts
slightly-
ever so calmly
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have
to move).

Here and there, I
witness these
beautiful strangers
with perfect bodies
and long hair
walking down the road
in tightly knitted packs.
They are animals
like we are animals-
like we are
animals without
claws and fur,
with scratches on our
skin that yields to
fragile and
familiar hands.

The winds respond
as quiet birds rush
from telephone wires
in panic and
in beauty; she
tries to brush the hair
dancing circles in her eyes
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have to move).
False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.
False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.

Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!

Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for
Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being 
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)
On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes 
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while 
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said, 
shaking her head.
VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire
Lovers and assassinsNight
walk
WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mind
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are 
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.
HumanDear Hypocrite,

 What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.

Dear Coward,

 Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.

Dear Liar,

 What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.

Dear Human,

 What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.

 
bad nightmy mistakes are on my head,
and the cigarettes taste like metal;
on the street curb of a suburban block,
the lights jaundiced and flickering
like drunken fireflies, your reflection
that emanates from me covers every face.
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SafeEven though it seems
Like the world is falling
Crumbling to pieces all around
I feel safe when i'm with you
I feel whole
Even just for a little while
It's enough
To soothe this aching heart
Just as its enough
When you say your with him again
To break it
The Rain in Your Hair...Something just seems right
About the scent of cirarrettes and rain
Where the smoke drifts up through pitter pats
And spins lazily round lamp posts

It makes me want to look to the ever there stars
It makes me want to reach for your hand
And just allow our fingers to tangle
While i look round the decaying buildings
And imagine them new again
Ablaze with lights and smiles
Instead of SmogDirtHomelessFolk

I've gotten to the point
Where just being with you makes everything all right
I know i'll glance over
     
Don't Even Bother ApologizingIf you were going for a 'Goodbye'
You overstepped, over reached
And severed the ties forever

If you were attempting to make things right
They why oh why would you do such a thing
Spilling the beans of secrets

If you meant to be such an IdiotMoronSoreLoser
Then i think whoever taught you
Taught you Well
Trigger-HappyMake up your goddamn mind girly

Because the world is watching you point the gun
Awaiting you pulling the trigger
Sometimes Dreams Don't...1. Maybe if they saw us kissing, then the lights we string on trees would beat with a pulse. Our noses cold with winter, eyes bright like snow. Foreheads come together, eyelashes flickering to unknown whispers; whispers only for our ears.

2. In the twilight, when the horizon is ablaze with fire, maybe i'd look to it and in hushed tones i'd tell you that 'the sunset is almost as beautiful as you" Would you believe me i wonder...will you believe me when i tell you?

3. Sometimes i wish i could kidnap you from your bare room, and show you a whole other world that lies dormant until the moon comes about. Where fireflies would dance round your sk
Messages In a BottleI tell you goodmorning,
As soon as i wake
Because i like to think
That i'm the first to greet you

I tell you goodnight
Just before i fall asleep
Because i like to pretend i can hear your voice
Telling me goodnight back
< you seem to keep the nightmares at bay>

Sometimes i add little hearts
To the messages,
Because i want you to know
That you are loved
That you are important to me

Sometimes when i'm angry with you
Or frustrated
I keep my messages short.

Sometimes when i'm flirty
Or trying to get your attention
I say your full name
Because it rolls off my tongue so easily
It makes me tilt my head
It makes me want to..

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Tango for Two

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What do you say
When all your emotions
Won't allow you to voice them?

If this keeps going the way it is
I'm going to leave this sleepy house
And be gone with the night

You'll find me at your door,
Smiling-SoftExcitedBreathtakingly
And I'll pull you from the door
We'll dash down the stairs
So fast
The wind would be jealous
And you'll emerge to a parking lot
Ablaze with candles
In a pattern just for you
Something jazzy will come from the speakers
And i'll give you this look
That'll make your head spin
Just so i can get you to dance with me
A waltz, a tango
Something fast, something slow
Till we're both so exhausted
And dizzy that we have to lie on the hood
Of my car
Staring up at the stars
Trying to catch the breath
That's seemed to run away with our hearts
Because mine has stopped aching
But i'm not afraid

No,
I could never be afraid when i'm with you.
:iconblueyesblackheart:
i'm feeling so playful right now, you have no idea what is racing through my mind.
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~LimeFTW Nov 10, 2009
Oh woah your author's comments are actually words instead of '...'


how crazy
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~BLUEYESBLACKHEART Nov 10, 2009
no way D: should i fix it? lol
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