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Literature
The Morning of your Departure
I don't believe the whispered purple of the day
The shrieking mouth of uncouth sunlight: a stifled light-year away
And if I live coloured-in green letters through constraints of lines
I won't be found by scowling wrists of time.
If I am still and construct the essence of a dreamland here
The pseudonym of reality will cease to interfere.
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Literature
One Night Stand
Inside my meandering mask of surety,
I'm quivering at the uncut nails
As fog descends on lustrous April nights
Outside my bedroom window.
It is someone's daughter's room;
A package I am attempting lackadaisically to refill
With my polystyrene overflowing words.
It's slow, it's steady
In thirteen thousand nerves.
It's a recipe; it isn't tasteful, perhaps,
But like sure cement on bricks, we grip the walls.
Eye contact as the humid breaths of spring
Leave soft bathing waters on transparent windows
Shielded only by the ragged remainders of an innocent child.
I held, like a buttercup, a ship in a bottle
Those types you get on cruises
But I lost it like the slinking thoughts that come to mind.
Every definition has a flipside,
Has a twist, a snaking contortion in sweaty hand-covered voices.
Too much reflection brings with it the ricochets
Of substantiality fading into a knowledgeable glitter;
Laid bare and cracked through rustling wrappers,
You gaze to see this no longer affects your statutor
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Mutilated Saviour
I lived amongst the long, oppressive palm trees on an island
Overlooking metropolis.
Sometimes I climbed the sandy banks
And watched the twinkling lights of skyscrapers send me friendly thoughts
But never would I descend for fear of savages.
I walked amongst the people--
Just one hundred--
Living in the same place as me
And we pressed our glassy fingers up to invisible walls
Miming lost escapism in a rusted metal sea.
One day I fell in love with a dog.
I knew it was wrong but I stared into the depths of droning darkness
And saw my future.
His clumsy loyalty endeared me
And when we walked on the edge of shallow waters
I sometimes thought those buildings might house gods, or devils--
Or other mystical things.
It was just a thought.
We had hybrid children; they were ridiculed and cast away
I would watch them play on the banks,
So distorted and surreal,
And wonder really if they were the work of Satan.
When they came to me, crying useless, malformed shadows of words
I would turn away and a
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Literature
Teetering on Brinks of Sense
Oh, how I've missed you, my darling
How I've missed your gnawing soul
How I've missed those lucid eyes
That superficial cold.
How I've missed the way I could stare upon
The epitome of all I hated
(All I envied)
How I miss the bittersweet death of simplicity.
Bono malum superate?
For the life of me I cannot remember I cannot.

The introduction of everything that
Made me
Made me a conspicuous chameleon
In my own home.
I know you are already I know you are you disgust me
Conditional, yes
But less the more so.
Oh my dear obsession, how you squeezed the unwilling teardrops from my dry eyes
How you invaded me with bloody mirages
And how I miss that forked tongue cleansing my white bones
And sliding fingers on ravaged skin.
(Tearing away the purity)
The innocence within.
But
Mostly
I miss the excruciating
Hand gripping the window bloodstains dragging
Morbidity of the way
You lay
So still it was almost necrophilia.
Do you miss the time I forced your chin up to the stars?
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Literature
Poppies
We're all going to join the army.
Hanging from the branches
Of bigger dreams
The cumulus smudges across the sky beckon us;
With hyperbolic grins, we announce
It like a party trick
I'm going to join the army
Be like those ones on TV
Those ones with the big guns
Me too.
The pencil-scratching,
Peeled-back grins of the examiners
Revealing jagged pins
Pen lids
Brown desks.
The rush of blood to the head.
The summer sun streaming in,
Flinging itself across the polished floor to land
Upon my outstretched hand.
Adrenaline
Real adrenaline
Lives far from this containment
This
Corruption.
And now I press my ghostly, outstretched fingers on indifferent walls
Whitewashed, you can hear the cold, pulsating heart of death
Working its gleeful way under these floors.
And now a sadomasochistic streak raises its leering head
And tiny box windows look out on concrete grey
To keep our claustrophobia at bay.
(Left, right, left, right)
Robotic precision. Perfection.
I still remember the remnants of glory throu
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Literature
The Nature of This Family Feud
The first day at school pales into insignificance
Beside a concrete cavity where we play
And, retching on my own happiness,
I venture where my mother told me to stay away.
(That same nausea comes back to me on a random autumn day.)
The black clouds balanced, sagging
Over branches of trees
Ready to be grasped
And scraping our young knees we chase them fast.
(He's not my real brother.)
My mother never told me there'd be things to fear in darkness
So my nightmares lived in mouse-holes instead.
And I slept soundly in my bed.
(They always hid the reasons for my protection)
Stale gravestones in a translucent reflection.
Walking free beside the road
Tied to the pavement
By the maturity in my laces
I watch others' faces behind my commercial mask.
(It happens all the time.)
The steam rising off dry ice
Was the look in his eyes
When I walked along the garden wall in bare feet.
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Literature
The Last Fortress of Idealism
Who could have known that in that thoughtless desecration
Of undertones within our intellectual conversation
One small sigh would teeter our pedestals
We'd built for one another out of gold
And leave us drifting from the Parthenon and into highway roads?
Society is lying at our feet and culture braided in your hair
A physical array of all humans could desire
All that gods with underworlds could joined conspire
And yet stands tall our city built on air.
Within the halls of transparency held precious
Behind those long glass walls I hide malicious
Sins that should not be so difficult to amend.
It's blank but is it real, that canvas hung so proud?
I could not answer even if I lied
The wire entwined around our hearts and minds prevents the word
From being spoken in the parliamentary rooms of my creation
And despite my initial, blind elation
I cannot help but cry
When I consider all the citizens of my city in the sky.
How could you saunter into that so strictly guarded fortress
Brazenly yet
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ellierany Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2006  Hobbyist General Artist
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who know, maybe it's as much as joke as us?
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ellierany Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2006  Hobbyist General Artist
la la one day I'll read my message centre. We've put on the stupid keyboard that I don't understand.
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Blood-Of-A-Pirate Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2006  Hobbyist Photographer
and thanks for the fave! :hug:
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JessicaEdwards Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2006  Professional Traditional Artist
Welcome to DA! Your poems are very well written! :)
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Blood-Of-A-Pirate Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2006  Hobbyist Photographer
The image 'by Maxamus' was actually mine and he didn't even ask for the use of it. Man! He got me angry... I just thought i'd let you know, hehe. Here's my original piccy: [link]

The pure assed cheek of some people! lol
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watchmedancewildly Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2006
wow I can't believe that... it's a great piece of photography either way. I commend you on your own talent and although I like what Maxamus did with it, nothing excuses plagiarism.
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Blood-Of-A-Pirate Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2006  Hobbyist Photographer
Amen to that! and thanks so much for the comment, u're really sweet :hug:
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ellierany Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2006  Hobbyist General Artist
Not my soul, say it isn't so!

Yeah I posted here, justso you'd have a comment other than the welcome message, because no one likes a welcome message

Go here and then lurk for a week before posting:

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