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torsosmy symbiote vents
invective shapes that
don't count
implant that silver
spoon of yours of
shining stars these
impressions not indelible
though damn near

I'll control the flow
in and out and
into you, screwy
doctor flurry
of inactivity
a talisman
against sight I could
press this button and
reactivate it I
could yell
so loud
it smashes us to pieces

and round and round
and round I'd go,
going
and glowing

Advice from the sun not forthcomingGo out, child,
and let them in your hair.

Now I'm not quite -
godlike,
wanted as badly as a child
who should have burnt
their fingers in pastured sin -
homesick,
bred in the curve of flesh
for a place that's never been
a certain disappearing word
but now -

Don't deny acts to
the day, unmare,
walked along a run,
beached like an yolk,
on an iron cast spoon,

thrown up in salt air.

MotherLook to your children
See the job you've done
One of them is trembling
The other one has gone

Kidnap Your HandI see you, my prey, long before you see me

You are oblivious, happy in your solitude

Thinking that nothing could ever happen to you, no

Things like this only happen to other people

You hear about it on the news, hear people whisper

Talking, crying, judging, lamenting

So many mixed emotions, mixed opinions

When you see what happens to people

When they fall victim to predation

It constantly surrounds us, perpetual, undefeated

No matter how many times someone tries to stop it

It just keeps happening, to so many unsuspecting innocents

You will never know quite why it happened

You may not even believe it

But it's very,

oh spaceoh space I spot in you
suns
slow explosions

build bomb-shelter
underground where it's at

I had coin
that was mine
I had plants
they withered

my mother skull
I look
inside

I wipe my tears
there's no such thing

it sounds it is
as if
the gods were
mad at us
it's set
it's

small animals
in laboratories

it's spelled wrong

I could not find
where else
or the spine

Dear motherI will leave you now.
Don't cry, cause the sun will be clouded if it finds out.

I will find my way so,
Don't guide me cause the ravens won't let you do that.

I will be safe
So don't worry about me, cause you and sis will inspire me to continue
But..

If you cry

If you guide me

If this is still worrying you.

I will be there so you can cry on my shoulder
I will let you guide me
I will call you every time I cry

Because I love you.

Melt Me DownA quiet sigh echos
because I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
I am not what you expected,
and you do not like surprises.
So you heave a sigh and
you pretend you aren't impatient,
resentful,
that you do not wish
that I had been someone else.
That you had been able to chose who I would be
before I could ruin myself
the way that I have.
You pretend that you do not wish
that you could reshape me,
melt me down and reforge me,
tear me down and rebuild me
in your own design
regardless of how I would feel about it.
You do not understand,
you do not want to.
You try,
you try and try and try,
but I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
You pretend that it is not true
that I no longer make you proud.
And it isn't-
I never did,
so i cannot stop.
And you wish it wasn't so,
you wish you could change me,
but you can't,
and even as you try,
disregarding all possibility,
I am fighting you every step of the way.
You are trying to melt me down and reforge me,
trying to tear me down and rebuild me,
and

On the ContraryShould I be sorry for hurting you?
I knew it was the wrong thing to do
I'm the one you fall onto
Not the one who pushes you to the edge
After all
I'm your perfect one
I didn't lie on the floor
Of the apartment hall
Taking the seed of an illegitimate child
I didn't swallow the cancer at age fourteen
I didn't crush up the fine white crystals
And send myself into oblivion
I wasn't the one who
Took a hand to your throat
Fists to your ribs
Knife to your heart
I just lived a thousand miles away
Under the roof of the scum that dared
To look down upon you
To see you for who you really were all along
With all the vile rottenness
You desperately tried

things on fireblurred out who
saw smashing
blonde of
irritation melding
with the space surrounding
I
deserve it

if I could I would
stop
stop
stopping
to see something
happen
a voyeur a luminant
tangle of wires
computations
that come through so garbled
as to be unintelligible still

it'll do / I'll do
/ things on fire
I'll try to spell my name
and figure out
my age

I'm unsure

how much I've held
or hold
or how to loosen
my grip

Moonlight: Part II.Moonlight: Part II.
for Mr. Pearce.

cry, cry,
cry for us both.

We who know the light of night.
Dying out of sight, come, come.
For night, is eternal in light.
Burn the rays of night,
burn, burn,
light me up good night.

Those who close their eye.
Shocked to find, all the truth.
For when we speak it’s a sigh.
Star bright, moon sleep,
cry, cry,
cry for the night.
Day shine through night & cry.
Fall, fall for that good night.
No, no this will stand tall.
Do not go before you die.
Moonbeams that do sleep,
cry, cry,
cry for us both.

26th/Mar/2013. TonYk.

Rain Donovan II.

.:-Dont look back, only to the next objective:.I pressed the palm of my hand against the glass. Looking into the stark white room where a man was sprawled on a hospital bed. His dark hair had thinned out more then I remember, and more streaks of grey where visible. His body was frail, a machine was snaked down into his arm. Those thin twiggy arms with only slightly bigger legs, but a beer belly was still most proment. I frowned at the bitter memories, the bile rose up in my throat and I turned away, putting my back on the glass. The cleanliness of the hallways was unbearable as the cleaning agents assaulted my nose. I watched a nurse walk by with a tray of supplies. She smiled at me, as if she loved working around the deathly ill, watching people die and families being ripped apart so slow but no one knowing until too late. I turned away and she only continued down the hallway, dismissing me as a visitor full of remorse and regret of their newest patient. Regret? Yes, I had some. But only for all the wrong reasons. I turned b

Sanctuary/Home/PrisonWhat happens when your sanctuary
Becomes a prison?

Why should pain be treated
With whips and scorn?

I can`t say I understand
Such an ideology

I always try to be strong
But when I break...

It`s as if hell has been loosed
By my struggle

I often wonder if they actually
Care at all.

I`m still only a child, though
I must grow up

But I just want the love and
Acceptance I can`t have

They always judge me and tell
Me I`m wrong.

Why don`t they ever listen to
What they preach?

I hate being here, locked up
In this cell.

They think they know me and
That they own me.

But I slip a mark down the wall
Counting down the days.

I want my freedom fr

I'll RememberI'll Remember

We Laughed
We cried
We Smiled and frowned
There were times we got angry with each other

We talked
We Sang
We went for rides
We got along so well we were more like sister and brother

Our interests
In many ways
Ran to the same things
Although they varied between who liked what more

You let me go
And do my thing
Saying it was my right
But were there if I needed someone when things went wrong

But now
You're gone
But I'm not alone
You'll always be with me....I LOVE YOU MOM

To Learn and To LoveIt has been one year
since I was 16
seems like a thousand
and in the increments
of memories
I am 1,016 years old.
A fraction of these years,
or a lifetime
was spent learning and growing
in the halls of both the
natural and unnatural
government.
The things of my being
my body
my heart
my spirit,
and my soul
have burned on the end of the torch
and I waved it through
the doors and windows,
the furious smoke of my desires and ambitions
billowing out behind me
like a matriotic flag.
the ashes impregnated mother earth
and she begot healthy
flowers that blossomed as I grew
taller,
stronger,
and smarter
and they finally died when I
was able to petal

DemonsDemons
Daimons - er, vampires
Zombies
Gods and goddesses
This is how me and my aunt connect
The Malachai destined to destroy the world
Or save it
This is what me and my Aunt Emily talk about
Apollo unleashed the Daimons
And Artemis released the Dark-Hunters to destroy them
Dark-Hunters
Were-Hunters
Dream-Hunters
These are the basis of our relationship
I'm not close to a lot of my family
Most of us don't get along
But me and my aunt can talk four hours
And I guess that counts, right?
Acheron and Kyrian
Thorn, Danger, Astrid
Zane, and Talon
These are our "friends"
Characters from our favorite books
We have this in common
Our love for words on

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Blue

by ~SonicScrewdriverDD3, Dec 3, 2012, 6:19:11 AM
Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

Cold, unforgiving, lifeless

That what it is

Not bright like a sunny sky

No bluebirds singing tunes today

Just the sound of violins

And a lonely heart

Breaking at the sound

Used to be of laughter

Used to be of love

Used to be a blanket to keep us warm

It was your clothes

It was your life

It was your smell

It was perfect

It was all we needed

It was all we had

It was the color of your lifeless lips

It was the color of your open eyes

It was the color of my tears when I cried

It was what had you

It was what took you

It was what killed you

I miss you

I love you

Come back

Then I wouldn't be so...

Blue.

Blueby ~SonicScrewdriverDD3

Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

Another sad one.

~ArcoIris-Gato Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Love this one.

~BBsevolEAR Dec 3, 2012 Student

Oh shit, this is deep. O.O
Teach me your poetic ways. (bows repeatedly in your awesome-ness)

~SonicScrewdriverDD3 Dec 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

*Basks in it for a bit* Patience my little grasshopper, your master will teach you soon.

~BBsevolEAR Dec 3, 2012 Student

Yes, master.

~RedReception Dec 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Poems aside, colours, used as representations of the human emotion, is strange when given enough thought.

Through smart use of repetition, this poem embeds into my mind a strong seed, a fraction of the emotion in which the speaker must be feeling. Thus making the poem's saddening story linger which I find the most important thing. Things that linger are things that are great.
And this poem was great.
Stay awesome.

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