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Only the Wind
Have you heard about the dangers?
They love to hide in the shadows of night.
So stay indoors away from such things,
And unlike her, you'll be alright.
This tale is one of a sailor's daughter,
Brought up in a cabin by the sea.
It all began with a simple sound
The wind, she thought, is what it must be.
Yet her warm bed
Offered no respite
Until she could discern
What was out in the night.
She crept from her room,
Not sure what was in store.
What simple noise
Could hold such allure?
The front door opened,
Albeit with a creak,
And as she looked out,
She did not dare speak.
The night seemed peaceful
Outside their small home.
There was nothing but sky
And the salty ocean's foam.
But then, out of nowhere,
The girl heard a voice.
So sweet was its sound,
That she had no choice.
"Come here girl,
I have a story to tell.
Of time and emotion,
And other topics as well."
The girl, she felt strange,
And also impatience,
To hear the tale
Of her new acquaintance.
The wind started to blow,
And she ran to
They love to hide in the shadows of night.
So stay indoors away from such things,
And unlike her, you'll be alright.
This tale is one of a sailor's daughter,
Brought up in a cabin by the sea.
It all began with a simple sound
The wind, she thought, is what it must be.
Yet her warm bed
Offered no respite
Until she could discern
What was out in the night.
She crept from her room,
Not sure what was in store.
What simple noise
Could hold such allure?
The front door opened,
Albeit with a creak,
And as she looked out,
She did not dare speak.
The night seemed peaceful
Outside their small home.
There was nothing but sky
And the salty ocean's foam.
But then, out of nowhere,
The girl heard a voice.
So sweet was its sound,
That she had no choice.
"Come here girl,
I have a story to tell.
Of time and emotion,
And other topics as well."
The girl, she felt strange,
And also impatience,
To hear the tale
Of her new acquaintance.
The wind started to blow,
And she ran to
Lovelystar03 Lovelystar03
1
0
Literature
for Venezia
My mind has become crowded with Venice:
Its streets spoke out through my skull,
(I'm sure you can see)
Labyrinthing prayers
In passageways shadowed between windowed stonework
Whose terminus is often in water, where echoes die.
I've no gondola to send them on
Past the quiet, past the lattices, past the forgetfulness
Which requires that I retrace
Curves to the square.
Beside me always the hassle, always the hustle,
Wheeling, ranting, raving, colors of cloths
Clever silk-spun and lacemaker's snares,
Piano's plunk across the piazza,
Glint, glance, gilt and gleam of glass,
Multitudes melded to a melancholy Murano, corner to wall:
Trefoil sputtering lamp-lit stare of the lion on the quay.
Gelato is a kind of baptism
For those who would not normally confess;
Walking jeans and gauzy shoulders ply the busy wilderness
In supposed effortless resistance and all the signs suggest
At least you'll show something for what you have seen,
Art and its many lucid motives, or madness,
Court and cathedral t
Its streets spoke out through my skull,
(I'm sure you can see)
Labyrinthing prayers
In passageways shadowed between windowed stonework
Whose terminus is often in water, where echoes die.
I've no gondola to send them on
Past the quiet, past the lattices, past the forgetfulness
Which requires that I retrace
Curves to the square.
Beside me always the hassle, always the hustle,
Wheeling, ranting, raving, colors of cloths
Clever silk-spun and lacemaker's snares,
Piano's plunk across the piazza,
Glint, glance, gilt and gleam of glass,
Multitudes melded to a melancholy Murano, corner to wall:
Trefoil sputtering lamp-lit stare of the lion on the quay.
Gelato is a kind of baptism
For those who would not normally confess;
Walking jeans and gauzy shoulders ply the busy wilderness
In supposed effortless resistance and all the signs suggest
At least you'll show something for what you have seen,
Art and its many lucid motives, or madness,
Court and cathedral t
MrWootton MrWootton
8
19
Literature
What this does to people: Love
Only one person can rip me to shreds
They can tear me apart and make me cry
But they can also make me feel alive
Which is why I give them the night
Beat me up, break me into pieces
Even if they don't mean to do this
I can whimper, I can ask for more
Darling, give me hell, not bliss
That person can also make me shine
No matter what, they can make me smile
They can do what they want, I'm theirs
For them, I walk so many miles
Give me a kiss and bring me to life
I hope they're as happy as I am right now
I will hug them, until they ask for no more
Please love me as much as humans can allow
Love does a lot of crazy things
Makes people hurt and makes them live
This is what I think love does
I have no more words to give
They can tear me apart and make me cry
But they can also make me feel alive
Which is why I give them the night
Beat me up, break me into pieces
Even if they don't mean to do this
I can whimper, I can ask for more
Darling, give me hell, not bliss
That person can also make me shine
No matter what, they can make me smile
They can do what they want, I'm theirs
For them, I walk so many miles
Give me a kiss and bring me to life
I hope they're as happy as I am right now
I will hug them, until they ask for no more
Please love me as much as humans can allow
Love does a lot of crazy things
Makes people hurt and makes them live
This is what I think love does
I have no more words to give
ColdAmuChan ColdAmuChan
0
0
Literature
Snowy Christmas Alone
Snow flakes have fallen, covering the ground with a layer of white
I have a feeling I will have a pleasant night
But I get to be alone so i'll turn off the lights
Christmas I shall solo but i'll be alright
It would be nice if someone could save me tonight
From this emptiness and all the loneliest fright
I have a feeling I will have a pleasant night
But I get to be alone so i'll turn off the lights
Christmas I shall solo but i'll be alright
It would be nice if someone could save me tonight
From this emptiness and all the loneliest fright
ColdAmuChan ColdAmuChan
4
9
Literature
DEAD MEN's BONES
Below the surface,
Lie dead men's bones.
Rotting coffins
Hold the still remains
Of once strong men
Some who died in vain.
Buried deep
Below piles of earth
The corpses rest
Where no one can hurt.
Below the surface,
Lie dead men's bones.
Bones belonging to the young and old.
Bones of both the rich and poor.
Bones bearing bullet holes.
Bones broken revealing the core.
The corpses lie
Their eyes shut tight;
Their bodies rigid
Like a block of ice.
Below the surface
Lie dead men's bones.
The bones of kings are buried here!
... their skeletons wear their jewels now.
The bones of brave warriors doth rest below!
...rusting armour is all that's left to show.
The bones of man. woman and child!
... all descend below our feet when they die.
Bones ... bones ... bones!
Those bloody bones!
Below the surface
Lie dead men's bones.
The land is drunk
with the blood of men.
Those corpses and our corpses
A meal without end.
The "famous"
The "influential"
The "great" men of this world!
They all, end up, a pi
Lie dead men's bones.
Rotting coffins
Hold the still remains
Of once strong men
Some who died in vain.
Buried deep
Below piles of earth
The corpses rest
Where no one can hurt.
Below the surface,
Lie dead men's bones.
Bones belonging to the young and old.
Bones of both the rich and poor.
Bones bearing bullet holes.
Bones broken revealing the core.
The corpses lie
Their eyes shut tight;
Their bodies rigid
Like a block of ice.
Below the surface
Lie dead men's bones.
The bones of kings are buried here!
... their skeletons wear their jewels now.
The bones of brave warriors doth rest below!
...rusting armour is all that's left to show.
The bones of man. woman and child!
... all descend below our feet when they die.
Bones ... bones ... bones!
Those bloody bones!
Below the surface
Lie dead men's bones.
The land is drunk
with the blood of men.
Those corpses and our corpses
A meal without end.
The "famous"
The "influential"
The "great" men of this world!
They all, end up, a pi
DEANJENO--art DEANJENO--art
15
2
Literature
Journey Solitary
Lost he seems.
Forsaken he feels.
Its back the world hath turned,
on this lonely soul.
In sight there is not a friend.
A helping hand no one to lend.
To accompany him just fear and dread,
on his long trek home.
Forsaken he feels.
Its back the world hath turned,
on this lonely soul.
In sight there is not a friend.
A helping hand no one to lend.
To accompany him just fear and dread,
on his long trek home.
DEANJENO--art DEANJENO--art
9
0
Literature
Pointless Classes
Scribble scribble....
Mindlessly writing notes
Stuff that I will never apply to life
Still needed to know anyways
But is actually pointless
Tap tap tap....
Typing up an assignment
Only worth a mark or two
Used to pass a course
But is actually pointless
Yawn...
I already know this stuff
I have been over the data
Supposed to memorize this information
But is actually pointless
Blink blink...
Attention is focused on the wall
At the very front of the class
Waiting for this class to end
But is actually pointless
Tick tick tick...
The clock is ticking now
Only seconds from freedom
Going to run away from this room
But is actually pointless
Point point...
I have another class to be at
This process will repeat until the bitter end
Day after day, week after week
But is actually pointless
Mindlessly writing notes
Stuff that I will never apply to life
Still needed to know anyways
But is actually pointless
Tap tap tap....
Typing up an assignment
Only worth a mark or two
Used to pass a course
But is actually pointless
Yawn...
I already know this stuff
I have been over the data
Supposed to memorize this information
But is actually pointless
Blink blink...
Attention is focused on the wall
At the very front of the class
Waiting for this class to end
But is actually pointless
Tick tick tick...
The clock is ticking now
Only seconds from freedom
Going to run away from this room
But is actually pointless
Point point...
I have another class to be at
This process will repeat until the bitter end
Day after day, week after week
But is actually pointless
ColdAmuChan ColdAmuChan
3
8
Literature
(Castaway Crown) Broken Throne
I step up
You step down
I call your name
You turn around
Pass off fake smiles
To hide our frowns
I fought to be king
But lost the crown
Look At Me
Casting Stones
At Myself
All Alone
All I
You step down
I call your name
You turn around
Pass off fake smiles
To hide our frowns
I fought to be king
But lost the crown
Look At Me
Casting Stones
At Myself
All Alone
All I
ZeroSkyler ZeroSkyler
5
4
Literature
ever.Fly
Somewhere Sometimes
It hurts
The truth you treasure
Leaves a burn.
The new becomes old
The heart starts to yearn
The feeling is cold
When will you learn
The lessons life's been teaching
It hurts
The truth you treasure
Leaves a burn.
The new becomes old
The heart starts to yearn
The feeling is cold
When will you learn
The lessons life's been teaching
ZeroSkyler ZeroSkyler
11
9
Literature
Untold EverAfter
So Tired
So Hopeless
So Low ever since We Fell
So Wired
So Broken
So Pained still under this Spell
Words Misspoken now it's Done
Words Unspoken now you're Gone
Words Leave hearts as hard as Stone
Words Leave hearts left Alone
What's said is
What's heard and
What's written's
So Hopeless
So Low ever since We Fell
So Wired
So Broken
So Pained still under this Spell
Words Misspoken now it's Done
Words Unspoken now you're Gone
Words Leave hearts as hard as Stone
Words Leave hearts left Alone
What's said is
What's heard and
What's written's
ZeroSkyler ZeroSkyler
8
1
Literature
The Last Page
Everything has a continuation
All is a never ending story
Here is where imagination lies
Reading the last page
Everything wants to be finished
All would be resolved
Here was when human error approached
Reading the last page
Everything has a message
All will be learned
Here this lesson will be taught
Reading the last page
Everything should be re-read
All is remembered eventually
Here memories lay themselves to rest
Reading the last page
Everything seems to be written
All appears to be done
Here we are, you and I
Reading the last page
All is a never ending story
Here is where imagination lies
Reading the last page
Everything wants to be finished
All would be resolved
Here was when human error approached
Reading the last page
Everything has a message
All will be learned
Here this lesson will be taught
Reading the last page
Everything should be re-read
All is remembered eventually
Here memories lay themselves to rest
Reading the last page
Everything seems to be written
All appears to be done
Here we are, you and I
Reading the last page
ColdAmuChan ColdAmuChan
4
3
Literature
What I am
I am a rocker, not a fighter
I am a writer, not a singer
I may get angry, i'll try not to yell
I could get lonely, no one can tell
I know who I am but it's hard to explain
There's not very much I have to say
I am not perfect but I do what I can
I am not very bright but I know what I am
Do not think for a moment that I am confused
I do not think that I am an utter fool
I know what is to become of my life
No matter how crazy, I know what is right
I am a writer, not a singer
I may get angry, i'll try not to yell
I could get lonely, no one can tell
I know who I am but it's hard to explain
There's not very much I have to say
I am not perfect but I do what I can
I am not very bright but I know what I am
Do not think for a moment that I am confused
I do not think that I am an utter fool
I know what is to become of my life
No matter how crazy, I know what is right
ColdAmuChan ColdAmuChan
6
10
Literature
Sand Butterfly
I can find myself in the breeze
Trying and dying to see
A face that blew in the sand
A face that I touched with my hand
Rocks just go up in the air
Floating and holding my hair
I can play with it when I would like
But if it hurt, then I might
Toss it away
Into the sky
Watch it go
Into the night
Remember the day
Which was mine
Hitting new lows
Heart too tight
I sat upon a thought bubbles words
Feeling the edges when it turns
Some pop out to be free
I wonder what I can see
Could I ride the phrases home?
I don't want to be so alone
Sleep on it til I die
But if it hurts, then I might
Toss it away
Into the sky
Watch it go
Into the night
Remember the day
Which was mine
Hitting new lows
Heart too tight
I saw a sand butterfly
So beautiful by design
Dancing upon the moon beams
What does this mean to me?
I caught it with a bug net
I felt like it would soon be dead
I wanted to keep it, so I tried
But if it hurts, then I might
Toss it away
Into the sky
Watch it go
Into the night
Remember the day
W
Trying and dying to see
A face that blew in the sand
A face that I touched with my hand
Rocks just go up in the air
Floating and holding my hair
I can play with it when I would like
But if it hurt, then I might
Toss it away
Into the sky
Watch it go
Into the night
Remember the day
Which was mine
Hitting new lows
Heart too tight
I sat upon a thought bubbles words
Feeling the edges when it turns
Some pop out to be free
I wonder what I can see
Could I ride the phrases home?
I don't want to be so alone
Sleep on it til I die
But if it hurts, then I might
Toss it away
Into the sky
Watch it go
Into the night
Remember the day
Which was mine
Hitting new lows
Heart too tight
I saw a sand butterfly
So beautiful by design
Dancing upon the moon beams
What does this mean to me?
I caught it with a bug net
I felt like it would soon be dead
I wanted to keep it, so I tried
But if it hurts, then I might
Toss it away
Into the sky
Watch it go
Into the night
Remember the day
W
ColdAmuChan ColdAmuChan
7
3
Literature
Hikari
Noticed a star in my sight
Just to let it go
There is no going home today
I will be alone
A light that wanders away from hand
Gently gliding against the air
I saw only a glimpse of a moon beam
The fate of it was so unfair
It landed in the middle of a dark sea
Could such a glow be so cold?
It looked so very distant
Would it be okay to just gaze?
I don't want it to disappear in an instant
But it may be shy to my stare
If only my thoughts were constant
I want to help it fly into the sky
Watch it soar into the clouds
Let the angels have their way
There is no turning back for now
I will be the one to set it free
Don't be as alone as I
For this is a magnificent light
Such potential to sink into the day
Please return to the beauty of tonight
Just to let it go
There is no going home today
I will be alone
A light that wanders away from hand
Gently gliding against the air
I saw only a glimpse of a moon beam
The fate of it was so unfair
It landed in the middle of a dark sea
Could such a glow be so cold?
It looked so very distant
Would it be okay to just gaze?
I don't want it to disappear in an instant
But it may be shy to my stare
If only my thoughts were constant
I want to help it fly into the sky
Watch it soar into the clouds
Let the angels have their way
There is no turning back for now
I will be the one to set it free
Don't be as alone as I
For this is a magnificent light
Such potential to sink into the day
Please return to the beauty of tonight
ColdAmuChan ColdAmuChan
7
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Too Tired
Still
and glass,
upon the disaster
sheets, you breathe, you
sleep
and glass,
upon the disaster
sheets, you breathe, you
sleep
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0
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Poisonous
Your
eyes are
poison pouring from
you into my vulnerable
soul
eyes are
poison pouring from
you into my vulnerable
soul
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0
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Mea Domina: My Mistress
It's so cold it burns like fire
scorching my lungs,
burning them black
as heaven's lies
I bow before you, Mistress
your ice-crystal eyes
shattering into my control,
dissolving into my very visible blue veins
Oh, Mistress, your darkness consumes me
painting me yours in the eternal Hell- to others-
that is your , oh, so lovely Night
your Light
your Love
have mercy on me, Mistress,
I am of thy own,
tainted with the kiss of endless damnation
lent by your ice-frosted lips,
consealers of the deepest black, the darkest heart,
the most haunting whispers
Cruel, Mistress, vocas me tibi
in vox tam perfectus
promitas tuum scelestum lucum mihi
Oh, scelesta Domina, sum tuarum
tuus servus semper vito
es meum carissima Domina
scorching my lungs,
burning them black
as heaven's lies
I bow before you, Mistress
your ice-crystal eyes
shattering into my control,
dissolving into my very visible blue veins
Oh, Mistress, your darkness consumes me
painting me yours in the eternal Hell- to others-
that is your , oh, so lovely Night
your Light
your Love
have mercy on me, Mistress,
I am of thy own,
tainted with the kiss of endless damnation
lent by your ice-frosted lips,
consealers of the deepest black, the darkest heart,
the most haunting whispers
Cruel, Mistress, vocas me tibi
in vox tam perfectus
promitas tuum scelestum lucum mihi
Oh, scelesta Domina, sum tuarum
tuus servus semper vito
es meum carissima Domina
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6
9
Literature
Hostility
There's never been a hate so strong
there's never been a hate as merciless as the one injected into my veins
by the venomous slurs and daggers
drawn up from your thoughts
hatred
but I suppose you are my drug
self-destructive, masochistic
and the needles in my stomach are puncturing my fragile insides
but I still swallow them from your hostile kisses
Your words are insects
bugs crawling into my ears and devouring my mind-
until the blood fills my nose...
until I cough it up,
I loathe you with knives slicing through my eyes and into yours
you take the blades, turn them around, shove them straight into my shaky soul
but I suppose you are my drug
self-destructive, masochistic
I cannot bring myself to break away
Destroy Me.
(reverse)
Destroy Me.
I cannot bring myself to break away
self-destructive, masochistic
but I suppose you are my drug
you take the blades, turn them around, shove them straight into my shaky soul
I loathe you with knives slicing through my eyes and into yours
unti
there's never been a hate as merciless as the one injected into my veins
by the venomous slurs and daggers
drawn up from your thoughts
hatred
but I suppose you are my drug
self-destructive, masochistic
and the needles in my stomach are puncturing my fragile insides
but I still swallow them from your hostile kisses
Your words are insects
bugs crawling into my ears and devouring my mind-
until the blood fills my nose...
until I cough it up,
I loathe you with knives slicing through my eyes and into yours
you take the blades, turn them around, shove them straight into my shaky soul
but I suppose you are my drug
self-destructive, masochistic
I cannot bring myself to break away
Destroy Me.
(reverse)
Destroy Me.
I cannot bring myself to break away
self-destructive, masochistic
but I suppose you are my drug
you take the blades, turn them around, shove them straight into my shaky soul
I loathe you with knives slicing through my eyes and into yours
unti
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Blood Filled Canyons
I'm oozing the blood
of so many angry years
caged
up
inside
It runs like youth
down to my calloused fingertips
onto the tile
and into the deep cracks, canyons
in the bathroom floor
like rivers,
it flows to escape
quickly
to
nowhere
there is a flood
of ruby red on the angel white
filled
with
fleeting
memories
and
acid
hot
of so many angry years
caged
up
inside
It runs like youth
down to my calloused fingertips
onto the tile
and into the deep cracks, canyons
in the bathroom floor
like rivers,
it flows to escape
quickly
to
nowhere
there is a flood
of ruby red on the angel white
filled
with
fleeting
memories
and
acid
hot
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0
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All Of It
I'm tired of all of the
glaring
mirrors
they break me
every
time
a weak door of glass
a deceiver, manipulator
is stronger than I
I'm tired of all the
words
hiding me
they paint me up
a mystery
boy
so many cancerous questions
gather into a rough lump
and rest in my throat
I'm tired of all of the
two-sided
phrases
they bear so much beneath
each
syllabol
a letter
a fable
is every bit a truth
I'm tired of all of the
submissive
bending
I do for you, for your
glaring
mirrors
they break me
every
time
a weak door of glass
a deceiver, manipulator
is stronger than I
I'm tired of all the
words
hiding me
they paint me up
a mystery
boy
so many cancerous questions
gather into a rough lump
and rest in my throat
I'm tired of all of the
two-sided
phrases
they bear so much beneath
each
syllabol
a letter
a fable
is every bit a truth
I'm tired of all of the
submissive
bending
I do for you, for your
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6
0
Literature
Co-exist
The moon cast a razor-sharp knife
slicing
through the sky
dividing me
into two
he stalked her
sliding into her footprints behind her like
an
slicing
through the sky
dividing me
into two
he stalked her
sliding into her footprints behind her like
an
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6
11
Literature
Again
I forgot about everything that was...
everything that is
I forgot all of it for 3 of
months
solitude thinking
and
Forgot myself in a s i a i g
p r l n
wheel of spinning realization
until I s c r i b b l e d my name
on a blue nametag, he
everything that is
I forgot all of it for 3 of
months
solitude thinking
and
Forgot myself in a s i a i g
p r l n
wheel of spinning realization
until I s c r i b b l e d my name
on a blue nametag, he
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7
4
Literature
She Said Rejection
I love you
I said,
my lips grazing her flawless neck like a whisper on a windy day,
holding her closer than the time between seconds and
She...dismissed my affection like a criminal before a judge but
I loved her s t i l l
murmuring utterances of disgust,
she distanced herself from me,
internally...externally...
like the snow, she was p e r f e c t i o n at its cruelest
she was so very much
frozen inside herself
she denied me, she was so
graceful and f a u l t l e s s nonetheless,
as she...fractured us into two,
She said
I hate you
I hate you
She said
as she...fractured us into two,
graceful and f a u l t l e s s nonetheless
she denied me, she was so
frozen inside herself
I said,
my lips grazing her flawless neck like a whisper on a windy day,
holding her closer than the time between seconds and
She...dismissed my affection like a criminal before a judge but
I loved her s t i l l
murmuring utterances of disgust,
she distanced herself from me,
internally...externally...
like the snow, she was p e r f e c t i o n at its cruelest
she was so very much
frozen inside herself
she denied me, she was so
graceful and f a u l t l e s s nonetheless,
as she...fractured us into two,
She said
I hate you
I hate you
She said
as she...fractured us into two,
graceful and f a u l t l e s s nonetheless
she denied me, she was so
frozen inside herself
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17
7
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Your Mother, the First
Amid the hungry branches
the roots below
below your ever-wandering feet
you...
but they reach for you, yearn for you
a million branches, arms begging for your touch
your attention
as the very first never did
the very first arms your ever laid in
the very first, most admirable branches,
illuminated with an idyllic, luring light
tore you to pieces as they banished you,
denied you,
left you shivering on slick cement
in an unfit, fragile body
that broke down
but these br
the roots below
below your ever-wandering feet
you...
but they reach for you, yearn for you
a million branches, arms begging for your touch
your attention
as the very first never did
the very first arms your ever laid in
the very first, most admirable branches,
illuminated with an idyllic, luring light
tore you to pieces as they banished you,
denied you,
left you shivering on slick cement
in an unfit, fragile body
that broke down
but these br
toholdthemoon toholdthemoon
2
0
Literature
End This Now
The fEar
iN me
that the loathing
will leaD the bullet in my hand
to become
the bulleT in my chest
or perHaps the bullet in your chest
drives me near
Insanity
on the border of the cracked road
between Safe and uncontrollable
The frustratioN
turns me murderous,
hostile
ravenOus for blood lost
in the form of time
Waking the demon from behind the facade
and leaving me shaking with an excess
of unexerted power
misplaced power
sure-to-become-utter-destruction power
The fEar keeps me statioN at the borDer
iN me
that the loathing
will leaD the bullet in my hand
to become
the bulleT in my chest
or perHaps the bullet in your chest
drives me near
Insanity
on the border of the cracked road
between Safe and uncontrollable
The frustratioN
turns me murderous,
hostile
ravenOus for blood lost
in the form of time
Waking the demon from behind the facade
and leaving me shaking with an excess
of unexerted power
misplaced power
sure-to-become-utter-destruction power
The fEar keeps me statioN at the borDer
toholdthemoon toholdthemoon
2
6
Literature
Sounds of Schitzophrenia
The words collided
each voice smashed inharmoniously
into the next
as the round stumbled on
a roar of repitition
like a million different voices
in silence and solitude
each voice smashed inharmoniously
into the next
as the round stumbled on
a roar of repitition
like a million different voices
in silence and solitude
toholdthemoon toholdthemoon
4
5
Literature
R.A.P.E.
Receding far back into your mind
to evade the pain, so you cannot hear
the fingernails cutting wires in your brain
pulling it apart: snap
snap
snap
and violating all the privacy left within
Against steel arms and hands, you struggle
terror, rage, loathing: hot, boiling,
like in the summer, in every atom
blood
of your being
leaking from your pours and leaving and eerie
mental
to evade the pain, so you cannot hear
the fingernails cutting wires in your brain
pulling it apart: snap
snap
snap
and violating all the privacy left within
Against steel arms and hands, you struggle
terror, rage, loathing: hot, boiling,
like in the summer, in every atom
blood
of your being
leaking from your pours and leaving and eerie
mental
toholdthemoon toholdthemoon
19
2
Literature
67 Percent
You gave a ton to charity,
But kept some for yourself.
Admiring the mess you made,
Redemption in a shell.
What you kept was out of greed,
It was needed not.
But you saw your own face,
Inside a melting pot.
Omens,
They are omens.
Perfections not for me,
Think about the happy times,
Tonight,
You'll finally see.
But kept some for yourself.
Admiring the mess you made,
Redemption in a shell.
What you kept was out of greed,
It was needed not.
But you saw your own face,
Inside a melting pot.
Omens,
They are omens.
Perfections not for me,
Think about the happy times,
Tonight,
You'll finally see.
BloodEcstasy BloodEcstasy
5
0
Literature
Johnny was a rocker
Johnny was a Rocker
Johnny was a rocker
from nineteen fifty four
when he be bop a lula's
some will run toward the door
he swings his arms and hips
it's such a frantic sight
like he's trying to hula hoop
and fight a one armed fight
At least the older folk like him
when he gets up to do his turns
they like his winkle pickers
and his long sideburns
Because he's a rock and roller
most of whom have gone
but he's still from that era
even if not number one
His rock and roll's as melodious
as a rusty iron gate
but at least he tries his best
and that's what makes him great
Johnny was a rocker
from nineteen fifty four
when he be bop a lula's
some will run toward the door
he swings his arms and hips
it's such a frantic sight
like he's trying to hula hoop
and fight a one armed fight
At least the older folk like him
when he gets up to do his turns
they like his winkle pickers
and his long sideburns
Because he's a rock and roller
most of whom have gone
but he's still from that era
even if not number one
His rock and roll's as melodious
as a rusty iron gate
but at least he tries his best
and that's what makes him great
Freds-head Freds-head
1
2
Literature
The Amphibious Samuel Smithers
Samuel Smithers
Invented a machine
An under water vehicle
Aptly named, the Smithereen
Built in eighteen sixty nine
Of the finest bone china
Like a grand ornate teapot
Only, this machine was finer
The launch was ceremonious
Joyous cheering from the crowd
Samuel stood aside his craft
Dignified and proud
He climbed aboard his craft
And tightened down the lid
And on muffled instructions
Down the ramp, his vessel slid
As he submerged into the water
Never again would he be seen
For his craft hit an iron lung
And smashed into smithereens
Invented a machine
An under water vehicle
Aptly named, the Smithereen
Built in eighteen sixty nine
Of the finest bone china
Like a grand ornate teapot
Only, this machine was finer
The launch was ceremonious
Joyous cheering from the crowd
Samuel stood aside his craft
Dignified and proud
He climbed aboard his craft
And tightened down the lid
And on muffled instructions
Down the ramp, his vessel slid
As he submerged into the water
Never again would he be seen
For his craft hit an iron lung
And smashed into smithereens
Freds-head Freds-head
1
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Hi. I would just like to ask; when I try to submit a poem, the only folder that is available is "Featured". Should I submit to this folder, or has something broken on my end?
Thank you for your time.
Hi. I don't really write. I don't even like writing very much, but I wrote this poem kinda out of nowhere, and I feel like I should share it with people because I feel like it's something everyone should learn/know. I honestly feel kind of funny taking credit for it, even though I know I wrote it. My mom says I was "inspired" or something.. Anyway, this poem really helped me through depression from about age 14-16. I figure there has to be some reason for it. So I want it to help others like it did me (and a few others I've shared it with) if possible.
Bottom line, I don't want to join any group I'm not going to contribute much to. But I wondered if I could somehow submit it or something anyway?
I realize this sounds pretty cheesy and pathetic, but I'm honestly just trying to save you an inactive member more than anything by asking this. I would suggest it as a fav, but I feel like that's almost cheating... I dunno.
The actual poem is right here [link] if you'd like to read it. If I'm totally breaking the rules here, I completely understand. I merely want to throw it out there in hopes that it could benefit someone else. Thanks.
Bottom line, I don't want to join any group I'm not going to contribute much to. But I wondered if I could somehow submit it or something anyway?
I realize this sounds pretty cheesy and pathetic, but I'm honestly just trying to save you an inactive member more than anything by asking this. I would suggest it as a fav, but I feel like that's almost cheating... I dunno.
The actual poem is right here [link] if you'd like to read it. If I'm totally breaking the rules here, I completely understand. I merely want to throw it out there in hopes that it could benefit someone else. Thanks.
Sure is crowded here- any chance of putting up more folders since the only one able to submit to is full?
Hello to all - 
I am new to DeviantArt & online Poetry altogether really, though I have been writing for quite a long time...
Just a quick question...?
What exactly do I do here?
Sorry for such a stupid question.
I am new to DeviantArt & online Poetry altogether really, though I have been writing for quite a long time...
Just a quick question...?
What exactly do I do here?
Sorry for such a stupid question.
Hello to all of my fellow writers. I've recently finished my novel and am trying to find representation. Finding an agent/publisher is hard for a first time author.
I have created a webpage with my poetry and short stories available. I will be adding more soon and keeping everyone updated on the status of my novel and the publishing world.
Please join my webpage and help support me. If I can prove I have interested people in my work I feel as though I have a much higher chance at success.
[link]
I have created a webpage with my poetry and short stories available. I will be adding more soon and keeping everyone updated on the status of my novel and the publishing world.
Please join my webpage and help support me. If I can prove I have interested people in my work I feel as though I have a much higher chance at success.
[link]
I wanted to submit a poem of mine titled "The Artisan," but because it will only let us submit to featured, and because the featured folder is full, I can no longer submit to the group. Is there any way to get around this?
Hi... when I try to upload something into a folder other than featured it won't let me. Do you know why?
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