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2240The boy asked, “What’s snow like?”2240 by xxdraxx
My lips became numb,
I’m afraid to say,
I couldn’t answer.
Falling LeavesHe's flyingFalling Leaves by xxdraxx
Burned his lungs.
All that's left
Is his most primal desires.
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They Make Their Own LipstickThey crushed feelingsThey Make Their Own Lipstick by Vegetabelle
And wore them on their lips,
Which was brazen
And they liked it.
They liked the way
Their razor-teeth flashed
With each sly smile.
Mortar hands are waiting for
New hearts to grind
With their pestle fingers.
The Family Has Been InformedBullets that are too far away to hear back homeThe Family Has Been Informed by Rifle1980
But words that will forever ring just as loud in my ears
Delivered from the lips of a uniformed man
The sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hear
I turn away as if ignoring his presence
Will make this unwanted reality go away
But he repeats that he is sorry for my loss
Those words are the last thing I remember of that day
I find myself looking out of the back yard window
On the swings in the garden I still see my boy play
I am bringing drinks out to him and his brothers
Under the sun, on the grass, on endless summer days
Those memories like photographs in frames on the wall
Now show my son with a wife and child of his own
A husband and father torn from their loving arms
In to the mass grave-in-waiting of a war zone
His old bedroom was already a shrine to him
Even before his blood soaked deep in to the desert sands
We waited for him to return from his first tour
Knowing the boy we’d said goodbye to would come home a man
Field of Two Faced ImaginationI stood there whereField of Two Faced Imagination by PaleAuthor
the whales have wings
and the moon laughed gently
(Giant kids killing
with sharpened forks)
There were so many stories
(so many characters to kill)
to be written
All I really cared about
(like the love of the things I fear)
I felt like (my life is over)
going to swim (and drown)
in the lake of crystals
(with slimy edges which make me bleed)
So come with me
to my wonderful field of (ruined) dreams
help me! I don't want to die!)
I promised you...
You won't find anything evil here...
(But I lied...)
The Siren at the SandbarI'll pull you in with my glittering eyesThe Siren at the Sandbar by Vegetabelle
And pull you down with my lonely hands.
I'll tangle you in my sea-salt hair
And tangle you up with heartfelt lies.
I'll whisper a high-tide “I love you,”
Listening to your uncontrollably human pulse.
But those words are meant for me as well
Because I want to believe it could be true.
You’ll follow me to the water with a kind
Of nonchalance still playing on my lips.
You won’t be alive when I’m done with you
But I’ll leave your body for another to find.
Young JanuaryI saw her at the local supermarketYoung January by Rifle1980
She could have been no older than ten
She was buying some refreshing beverages
To quench the thirst of herself and her friends
On this summers day they had waited outside
Lacking patience they were shouting her name
‘January, hurry up we have to go home!’
From the shop young January soon came
Rushing past me at the speed of her childhood
My lonely heart skipped a beat or two
Either from her soft brown hair that touched my arm
Or the smile she gave as she passed through
Did I hurry through my shopping on purpose
In order to catch young January up?
Fumbling my loose change as I left the store
The cashier complained I’d given her too much
I feel everyone’s eyes boring in to me
So away from the store I swiftly fled
Knowing fine well that I should just return home
But something made me follow the girl instead
Pretending to read the receipt in my hand
I watched closely in the corner of my eye
Which way would young January be walking
SorryI’m sorry,Sorry by Vegetabelle
But I’m not sorry.
I don’t need to since
You’re feeling sorry
For yourself already.
And I won’t feel sorry
Because you want everyone
To feel sorry,
But you don’t want yourself
To feel better.
So take your sorry
Stories to some other friends
(Until they get sick
Of feeling sorry,
And they’re sorry
They ever felt sorry,)
Because I don’t want to
When I could
But, I’m not sorry.
Chase AwayAlong the coast,Chase Away by alTered-Affliction
Tracing the way …
Chasing the ghost
To live another day.
A strained and simple beauty,
A rose without a thorn.
Educated to cause and duty,
Long since the tassel was worn.
Featured in an hourglass,
And I cannot name the season.
Forever sauntering, and they pass
Without a single affable reason.
And there it goes
Undeniably, it shows …
Waving grass, pools of cement.
And every ounce of the way,
The wind, the waves, sun, and sand
Bring a carefree essence to my days …
Freedom from worry, cleaved to this land.
And futures come and people go,
I never smiled long enough
To allow it to be so,
Tangled in the overgrown rough.
Copyright © 2014 by Tonya Amos
Nothing to WriteI have nothing to write today.Nothing to Write by Emerald-Alexandria
I sat down with a thought and a pen,
Flourishing with the idea
That few things are as definite
As death, taxes, and the loss of symmetry in freshly tweezed eyebrows.
But soon, the words ceased with a skid,
And the punchlines came flat.
Here I am,
Sitting before the brisk view of the red Arizona mountains
With the sun in my hair and the sky in my smile,
Still completely dumbfounded and void of inspiration.
Perhaps I'll type a soliloquy
On the philosophy of a cactus,
And on how the sweetest fruits
Always seem to grow on sharp, dry, government-protected plant-life.
Maybe a sketch will form in my brain
Of a sonnet on the juxtaposition
Between the hummingbird's hum
And the highway's roar.
The sidewalk burns of scorching summer,
And the heavy heat deflates a sigh that sings my frustrations.
There is no poem to be seen and no prose in the winds.
There is absolutely nothing to write today.
Taboo Tattoos and LesbiansMy mother used to tell me,Taboo Tattoos and Lesbians by Emerald-Alexandria
As she took a long drag of stale nicotine,
That I should stay away from lesbians,
Because they would make me take up smoking.
What she didn't know
Was that I thought cigarettes would make me skinny.
My unfounded and irrational
Fear and attraction to the utterly beautiful was born.
I had fallen for breasts before I grew my own,
and took to the internet with my misguided teachings,
as so many seem to do.
And there, in a ten-year-old's Google search for “sexy boobies”,
I found my first love.
A nameless ivory queen with a butterfly under her chest, and a tree branch on her ribs.
Similar to her explosions of fury at the idea of lesbians,
My mother had warned me about tattoos,
With threats of cancer, the plague, and the death of my first born over my head.
And as a girl with her shoelaces always untied,
who only looked one way before crossing the road,
I lived on the dangerous side of life and was naturally smitten.
If Shakespeare Had a Facebook PageIf Shakespeare had a Facebook pageIf Shakespeare Had a Facebook Page by Emerald-Alexandria
Would he “Like for Jesus” or “Ignore for Hell”?
How many likes would his sonnets catch,
And would “Macbeth” be received well?
Would the rose smell just as sweet
if no one read it in a tweet?
And would he come up with the truth after a year,
that “Hell is empty and the devils are here”?
Would he whore for likes and friend requests?
Share his results for every personality test?
And post a “Teen Quote” for every day?
Would he be caught up with his anime?
Do you think he'd enjoy RoosterTeeth's channel,
Post selfies in snapbacks and Nike’s and flanel?
Would his pants sag and his status read:
“#Yolo420, Legalize Weed?”
Maybe he'd dye his hair green and spike up the ends
Maybe him and Mark Twain would be #Bestfriends.
Would this 90's kids generation steal the show,
Or would he be the same Bill we used to know?
Hate the MankindDo you kindly remember us, Earth?Hate the Mankind by PaleAuthor
We are destroying you
We'll pollute you
for the ignorance
is not a sin
Would you kindly forgive us, Earth?
Mr. Evolution created the brain
for all this stupid junk
so blame him more than us
We are like city rabbits
annihilating the Eden, which could have been ours
if we hadn't been so greedy
As a part of this society, I despise the mankind
because I love you my dearest Earth!
It's Raining And I'm A Poet.Rain.It's Raining And I'm A Poet. by Vegetabelle
It's supposed to be
And it's raining.
And I'm a poet.
So I should write
About sad feelings,
And heart break,
Maybe death even.
Or maybe I should write
About fresh starts,
And sparkly eyes
To match my sparkly lashes,
Or maybe deep reflection
So unlike puddles,
Because it's raining,
And I'm a poet.
But I just feel drenched.
No. Just in.
Bird TalkingBird Talking by Kay-March
with just two birds
longing for something yet intangible… dreamed
leaving little footsteps as if they were words
on the sands of paradise lost, enamelled as paper
footprints weightless, ageless
beyond their winged abilities
becoming language... poetry
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
The Lamp Post and the MoonI wait here in the same place.The Lamp Post and the Moon by Vegetabelle
I've never left you once,
But in the morning when I wake up,
You are almost always gone.
Sometimes you wait around a while,
Or return during the day,
And some nights you
Don’t come home at all. Though,
You come back nearly every evening.
There are some nights you
Take your time, but I
Will always leave this light on
So that you can find your way to me
When the rest of the world is sleeping.
ReconstructionHush now. I saw the explosion.Reconstruction by Vegetabelle
It's not just your heart that's broken.
Though it's hard to see
Through the debris,
I'll pick up of every piece of you
And try my very best to
Glue you back together,
And make you feel better.
I know that you'll be fragile now.
People sometimes forget how
Breakable people are,
But I'll love your every scar.
Have I reconnected all the circuits?
At least enough for you to feel this?
I love and need each shard
Of real you. It's hard,
But leave the mask behind;
You don't need it if you're mine.
Winners write the history,
And I intend that to be me.
Fool's GoldCars on the highway aheadFool's Gold by Vegetabelle
Glitter like fool’s gold
In the sunset.
We take the routes
With long stop signs,
And drive below the speed limit
Just to be with each other longer.
I love the way you make me so dizzy.
Eyes closed and
Kissing in the elevator
Leaves me reeling.
I’m floating away in the waves
of swirling notes and bass drums
Breaking on my ear drums.
Pull me in and dance with me
As the ocean runs
Its fingers through our hair.
I’m glad my days of hopeless pinning
After you are gone,
But they are replaced with
Aches of loneliness
Because you can’t come home.
I Guess You're Not Calling TonightSo, I guess you're not calling tonight.I Guess You're Not Calling Tonight by Vegetabelle
I'm disappointed, but not angry,
Because I love you too much
To be upset with you for something
But I guess you're not calling tonight.
Oh, I understand you're busy.
After all, there have been times
That I was too busy to talk,
Or I was too tired,
And I guess you're not calling tonight,
Which is totally okay.
I just wish that I could
Hear your voice again
And laugh about unimportant things,
Since I guess you're not calling tonight.
It would be nice if you
At least told me where you'd gone,
But you're probably asleep.
When was the last time you slept?
No. I guess you're not calling tonight.
The Heart of HeartsI have seen the fire that burned creation into being,The Heart of Hearts by JaniceDuke
Heard the song of the universe at it's beginning.
I have known home in the heart of hearts,
I have been eternal in a sea of stars.
When we are born we know that we are one,
Yet as we grow we are taught to become,
So profoundly alone
So lost to ourselves,
We will buy anything to save our souls from this hell,
We will work to the bone and empty our shell
With hate and lies, an inability to recognise
Ourselves in each other, in each flower, in each lover.
We do so weep when we are wrenched apart
Yet we are one in the heart of hearts.
And forever, without care,
We are and will always be there.
ProphecyProphecyProphecy by rainonwednesday
The snow is my sign
like the thunder
like the lightening
that foretells what is coming
The snow is my balm
my whiteness of Gilead
the storm is rolling
but for now there is snow
My eyes see the snow
my heart feels the lightening
I know it will strike
when the thunder roars in
and in that hour
his eyes will open
the knowledge, the horror
the honor, the earthquake
i will ascend
but I'll be pulled back.
The snow is a promise
that lightening will strike
and after all
Here I'll have to remain
Give back the dream--
and thanks for the snow.
Waning MoonI watch her silently. Her smile,Waning Moon by Guilan
Fading away in the absurd.
She gives me Cancer
But I prefer Scorpio
She watches me back
But I'm already distant,
Over the mountains
She reluctantly expires
Her eyes, her thrill
The sky, the earth
The sound of the windmill
The water in which she mirrors
Waltzing through the Zodiac
Her faint light
Is behind Gemini
She knows it is about time
But she made it through
If I look north I may see Virgo
You should find bleak
This gloomy prospect
Under her watchful glare
A sudden stare
In ancient times she cast a spell
She made men bleed
Like an evil queen
She made you sick
Libra knows where it hurts
Between you and me.
The end of the road
She is there, everywhere
And so I am
Moved by the tides
A closing eye
An end of a tale
A glance of her silver
Is gold in the fable.
The moon wanes
And with her spell,
Untitled Flicker, Lightning Bug-Like LightsUntitled by Britt-Kun
Warm But Cool Night On the Highway
Sweet Smell of the Passing South
Homeward Bound to Frozen Climate
Rush, Relief, Sadness, Fill My Heartbreak
Broken Burned Memories of You
Longing for Piece of Me Gone
Flashes, Billboards Pass By
-Sour Limelight- a short story-Sour Limelight- a short story by AlyssaStehle
I didn’t want to be in the spotlight. I was cast out onto the stage, naked and vulnerable. But I was the main attraction. For who? For what? There was no one watching. No one is ever watching me. The circus tent was empty and black. The cannons still oozed colorful smoke into the abyss. Purple and blue tangled on the rising air. When did the spotlight find me? As soon as I dreamed of her.
The second, the very instant Mab entered my dreams some enormous spotlight flicked to life. I’ve paid very dearly to be here center stage. I paid with the coinage of my very soul. My eternally weeping soul caused Mab to appear before me. She wiped the tears from my cheeks, took the kisses from my lips, the words from my mouth, the thoughts from my head, the beating of my heart, and the blood from my veins. She drank it all down. If I said no or tried to resist I’m sure it woul
-Only Tonight- a short story-Only Tonight- a short story by AlyssaStehle
Sometimes I think I hate everyone. I hate everything. Then, ten minutes later I’m in love with everyone. I love everything. I wonder what’s wrong with me. One hour after midnight and I left my glass slippers behind in a far off puddle. I left my coffin gaping open, sucking in the foul basement air. I guess I’m not like Cinderella at all. I’m not waiting for any prince. I’m looking for a light snack.
I’m a hungry hunter. Strolling barefoot through the lonely park that breathes softly with trembling branches and the smell of rain. The sky is hanging low with swirly gray clouds. Ah, I wish it’d rain some more! Crying sky, crying hearts. They are all delicious to me. Right now, I love everything. I’m even skipping a little bit. I’m excited for some reason. For no reason. Maybe, it’s my pretty yellow dress dancing aroun
Of Ghosts and Deathly QuietThe halls were heavy with silence.Of Ghosts and Deathly Quiet by ZombieBunny999
It hung on them like the thick layers of dust and peeling paint.
It oozed out of the detritus that gathered in the corners; scraps of cloth, broken glass, bits and faded pieces of forgotten lives.
Silence lived in the wide rooms of rusting bed-frames and bloodstained floors.
Silence lived in the small rooms of broken instruments and moldering cots.
Silent were the echoes of the ghosts in the walls.
Silent were the souls of all that had lived, died, struggled, and suffered in the ancient building.
Silent were my footfalls as I traced the paths they would have tread.
The deaf and dumb child that was the shame of his parents.
The quiet old grandfather that sighed as he tried and failed to remember his name.
The crying young woman who begged her family not to leave her in this place.
The man who lived in fear of the screaming voices in his head, who prayed every night that God might take them away.
God never did.
The doctors tried, but they took away the
Defying the omenFaith is both an honor and a curseDefying the omen by jade-pandora
as your fist rests upon my brow,
hoping it won't lessen this fever
and the portents of scarab oracles
that have you trading in a
life of always just one more day
for an urn of emblazoned frescoes
with processions of maids and of bulls
filled with my ashes, bright as bone.
The Baths of ErosLit by the gold of an afternoonThe Baths of Eros by jade-pandora
from the skylight,
a slight and barefoot servant girl,
her plaited hair bound up and
secured with a lyre's harp,
moves from guest to guest, who wait
and mime in the reception hall
of an Athenian bathhouse.
She, bending low, holding a tray
where each man takes a cup to sip from,
peering over the rim,
musing at the heat underfoot from
the fires beneath the stone works,
as a lesser fire stokes those who
watch her with eyes steaming,
melting their cynicism.
Drawn to and leaning forward,
feeling like the beguiling child
who sees his reflection
in the sweet water of a deep well
before falling in without a sound--
the neckline of her tunic folds open,
unspooling her fragrance,
evoking visions of its offerings.
Dreaming of ArdaI walked through glades from ages past,Dreaming of Arda by ZombieBunny999
By streams of silver glistening.
I paced soft grass 'neath golden trees,
Heard sweet singing on the breeze,
And healed my soul in listening.
Next night I stood in carven halls,
The living stone a god to me.
I delved the earth and brought forth light,
With flowing riches claimed my might,
Each cavern wrought with glory.
A simple scene now, comfort rich,
A country meal and walking songs.
Rolling brooks that splash and spill,
Little houses under-hill,
Roads that wander on and on.
The call of trumpets woke me next,
A proud white tree reached to the sky.
With stars and stones and flags unfurled,
Enthroned a king from older worlds,
The sundering seas in his grey eye.
I blinked mine eyes and darkness fell,
A blackened blanket covered me.
I woke again on bloodstained plains,
Tread the carpet of the slain,
Sang the rider's eulogy.
Ages passed as my heart did beat,
Victor and victim fade away.
The gleaming helms and fiery souls,
Burn bright then blacken as
Pull Me Closer To Eden Just Hold Me tight My DarlingPull Me Closer To Eden by xxdraxx
Just Hold Me close My Lord
I’m coming home. Just wait.
I’m coming home. It might take a while.
Say it. Say it.
You’re a good son.
Dylan. Say it.
I’m a good son.
I’m a good son.
I’m in Eden
I’m throwing a party with an empty guest list. Be there.
I wanna fuck these bitches, bestiality. That’s what I fear.
Every day becomes harder to bear, don’t want to pop these pills.
Want to find something else to fill this emptiness that I feel.
I don’t want to miss heaven but I won’t miss it at all.
I won’t regret it all. I’m calling out to a God.
Valhalla. Heaven. Anything. I need a haven.
Be my Asthma pump. Help me to breath in. find something to believe in.
Just hold Me tight My Darling
Just Hold Me close My Lord
I’m coming home. Just wait.
I’m coming home. It’s take a while.
Say it. Sa
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