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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 warmth of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment before I heard 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 first 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 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

Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,
Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,
Insane, deranged and psychotic,
There are people who even call me sick.

Isn't it joyful and greedy to demand
A sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?
Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.

Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.
Is this the final, one and only conclusion?
Better think again, there will be no retribution.

Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.
Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.
Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.

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.

Shared HappinessI like it better when you're happy.
The world feels like a safe place -
A good place to be.

Stay happy, even in the face
of great adversity
I know these last few years have been...

Well, difficult, to say the least.
But as long as your heart shines
I can hear it...

That devilish smile on your lips
the one no amount of miles
or hardships can erase

Remember, I'm always watching
With the eyes of my heart
I see you clearly

And, as long as you are happy
No matter where this life leads me
Then I am happy too.

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.

Watercolor PainWhen you smile,
I turn colorblind.

It turns into a somersault
whenever I gain contact
with your skin,
bare back touching
bare back.

But I'm not hungry
for bedposts.

I just want to
savor each moment your arms
lock into mine,
the romanticism of
the moons in my eyes
and the skies in your words.

There's smoke
behind all those hues
of hazel and your fingers
are porcelain,
but I still love you.

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.

Redeeming Light
Read bottom to top:
.
there
journey
e
h
t
and the stem is
than the flower must be redemption
n
i
s
are
If the roots

a true writer's souli write to release
i write to breathe
i write to feel
i write to bleed

i don't care
if you don't understand
i don't care
if you can't relate
i don't care
for your opinion
i don't care
about you at all

my words are thoughts
my words are emotions
my words are curses
my words are memories
my words are everything
i want them to be
and fuck if you can comprehend

i could write in measure
i could bother with rhythm
but i'm better than your rules
i'm beyond the margin

i'm a fucking psychotic mess
of ambiguous lunacy
that only the ones that think
can understand
the ones that
are just like me

fuck your critiques

fuck your citicism

fuck your opin

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RebelBe a rebel
A rebel for God
A new person in Him
Forever
Change
Make a stand
Everywhere around you
People fall
Get down
And help them up

Let's have a revolution
A new independence
For us
Why be humdrum
Why be late
To the party we will be
Living up
Don't be left out

Live for Him
Only Him
And you will find
He stands
For you too
Putting Him first
Is right you see
Try it and you will
Know what I mean

Be a rebel
A rebel for God
A new person in Him
Forever
Change
Make a stand
Everywhere around you
People fall
Get down
And help them up

NothingHow can you have a neutral face
About someone you once loved
How can you not care that you don’t talk
When you used to talk everyday
I worry
That I’m cold
Shut off to you
I guess we’re better off that way

I tried to save it
I did
I really wanted it
But you didn’t
You didn’t
I stopped fighting
And you never started
So we drifted away

I tried to talk to you
You never answer me
You’ve been all my tears
And my smiles
For a year
Now you are nothing to me
Now you are nothing
Nothing to me

Never aloneA battle
Is raging
And I think I'm falling
I know I'm not standing anymore
The enemy
Has gotten me
He's going to beat me
He's going to make the final blow
Then a word comes to me
It says
Don't you remember?

You have the shield of faith
To protect you from harm
You have the chest plate
Of righteousness
To tell you right from wrong
The helmet of salvation
Has sealed you now
And your never alone

I now stand
I push Satan back
I say
Get away from me
My shoes are ready with the gospel of peace
And your not going to stop me
I know what to do
I have the belt of truth
And I know your wrong
God said

You have the shield of

Running I run
Far way from you
What have I done
I feel like I’m through

I hide
But I can tell you see me
Don’t look at me
Just let me stay here alone

I cringe
I feel you pick me up
You say
My daughter
I still love you anyway

I smile
As the tears dry
Because my Lord
Still loves me

Until it fliesI don’t want meaningless words
Darling
They are not for me
They just fall to the ground
And prove to me
They are nothing
Don’t even think about it
Don’t let it fly from you lips
Until it flies from your heart

Your words better not be letters
Or sounds from you mind
Let it be etched into gold
And drip from your soul
And if it can’t then let me go

Am I asking for a lot
Probably
The other girls didn’t
Well I’m different
Better mean it
Or high tail it.

I’ve seen it happen to so many girls
And it won’t happen to me
I’m not so easily lead astray
You better mean it or walk away

The truthThe sun is going down
And it's starting to get cold
I look around
What am I to do
Can I spend my life
Waiting for you?

You are a part of me
As I look up at the sky
So many clouds
Are above me
As I wonder if
I'm a part of you too

I will never forget you
I sorrow as I dream
For even when I fail
To let it free
I can still feel you with me

The sun is rising up
As I watch it from below
I wonder
Will it take me with it
To this new day
Before I have to face it
Before I have to face it going down

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by ~Songwriter20, Feb 6, 2013, 10:48:52 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Is it possible I’ve been alive this whole time?
I remember
Being a child, being innocently happy. Innocently broken.
It’s not that I don’t know I haven’t been real
I know I---
Wake up and eat. I go places. I talk, I go to sleep.
That’s being alive, right?
Somehow, I don’t think that is what being alive is.
My brain hasn’t been turned on.
Like every once in a while, for months, I slip into a secret coma
A coma no one notices
Not even me
Lies, I do know. I just can’t wake up
I see through my fog
And just see, never feel
Now that I am awake
Struggle, pain, gain, laughter
Who has eyes? Let them see.
My eyes were not just glass bulbs receiving light
Sending signals
My eyes are life; are bouncing waters of color so I can be alive
I just want to soak up feelings and thoughts and ideas
I want to climb trees and embankments near rivers hidden somewhere
I want to fall and laugh with someone
I want to jump into a lake that hasn’t been touch in so long
Didn’t understand it
I’m real
I’m here

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This is literally the only thing I have written in three years. I wrote it about 6 months ago.

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Reminds me of the Black Sabbath song - "Wheels of Confusion", and it's followup, "The Straightener."

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