May 2012
35 posts
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Hollow Shell, Living Hell
Blank stares conceal gritted teeth snakes and lions battling in the ruins of an arena that stood tall once upon a time… Hisses and roars venom and blood this is all that’s left among the rubble Stones crumble feet stumble fingers fumble to close wounds that will not heal, will not heal… will never heal.
Empty smiles distract from teary eyes acid corroding glass windows hidden by...
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Your Past Can Kill
My past wraps around me, tight as my skin from the scars on my arm to my secrets of sin If I opened the windows of my eyes there’d be red ‘round the rims But I show you nothing (I hold it all in)
I’m standing on the edge looking at the bottom staring into endless night my insides hollow I’m looking for a truth long since forgotten despite knowing that once found...
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Wolf girl.
She runs. Her feet move faster and faster until they’re only a blur. The only thing she hears is the music blaring in her ears and the only thing she feels are the knives steadily growing sharper in her lungs.
She ignores them and continues, pushing herself over her threshold. “Mind over body. Mind over body. Mind over body,” she chants, trying so hard to focus only on the music...
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“Another.”
“C’mon, pal. You’ve had enough. Can you even see straight at this point?”
“Who says I want to? Just get me another drink.”
“Fine. Last one, though, then I’m cutting you off.”
“In that case, give me the bottle.”
“Nice try.”
Cal grunted, but didn’t push it. Tossing his head back, he...
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Inner Volcano
My blood. It’s boiling. Heating my skin like a fever. I cannot stand being touched, my skin prickling with disgust at even an accidental brush of another’s against it. Touch makes me feel like filth, makes me want to take a thousand showers to wash away the contact, makes me want to growl and slam my fist into the face of my molester. For that is what it all feels like: molestation,...
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Crepacuore
This is the sound of a heart that breaks And this is the life that leaves only destruction in its wake And this is the mask that hides the fake that hides the face (of a liar) And this is the body that’s falling through space (Come on, drop me from higher) And this is the mess my existence always makes And this is the soul I wish God would take And this is the knowledge that now it’s...
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I broke...
I was born with nerve-endings made from knives and an inner fire that doesn’t change lives or the world (is that the same thing?) just burns me up inside
I was born with eyes that glimmer like marbles surfaces of near-perfect reflection fooling you into thinking they absorb nothing when in truth they see everything you don’t want them to (everything I don’t want them to)
I was...
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Inner demons make for a bad night's sleep~
When I fall asleep at the end of the day, my little devils come out to play.
My nightmares are always about monsters I’m too scared to face even if I know, I KNOW it’s just a bad dream …Right?
I taste the fear: dried blood on my tongue And I can hear only the sound of my panting and the demon slowly coming closer…
I always run (hide) while it seeks (patient) while I...
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Let your muscles shake with effort. Run. Run like the wind. Race through space and time until everything around you is a blur and all you can see is where you can next slam your feet into the ground.
Let yourself feel absolutely everything you’ve kept pent up for so fucking long. Use it as the fuel to your movement when internal energy runs out. Rage. Hurt. Joy. Frustration. Freedom....
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Armageddon
It would be a beautiful death, watching the sky turn red with dying stars shards of celestial bodies emulating rain, falling down upon us all People would crawl away, seek shelter chaos, destruction, debris helter-skelter But I would stand, gaze to the light What a gorgeous sight to see before falling into eternal night.
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There are days I feel like a member of the Bomb Squad, except the explosives I deal with re-activate again. And again. Andagainandagainandagain… After all, humans are ticking time-bombs that can be triggered at any moment, and I don’t know if this is the lot I was born into, or something I took upon myself so long ago that I can no longer quit, but I am in charge of diffusing them so...
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I'm Onto You
Everything about you feels so fake, so contrived Every action seems designed with an ulterior motive in mind Every promise you make I wait for you to break Every word you say just sounds like a lie So after being burned one time far, far too many I’m now always anticipating your dropping of the other shoe It’s the only thing you never fail to do It’s all an act. You’re not...
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Flawless Imperfections
Sometimes, I hear voices in my head far off and fuzzy I can never make out what they’re saying But their smashedtogether whispers slowly reach a crescendo until I start uttering prayers to ward away the devil Sure that this time, they won’t leave and I, I will finally lose my mind entirely.
Sometimes, it feels like my insides are being scooped out like ice cream and pain, uncertainty,...
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Rocking back and forth, Haley felt the world go mad.
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Iambic Pentameter
I just can’t write them That post? By now I’ll DREAM in Syllables of ten
A haiku about a sonnet/iambic pentameter. Poemception!
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Combatant
I brush the dust off of my battered shield And punch out the dents from many a blow My knees buckle but I don’t ever yield Until victory’s taste I get to know The battle cry echoes across the land So I sigh, unsheathe my sword once again I fight with all my might and by my hand Countless demons, rogues and monsters are slain I know not how I can still be breathing I know not how...
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Liar, Liar~
I was born into a family of liars and would-be politicians. Family politics is more famed than that of Washington D.C., only one is portrayed in the media and the other takes place behind locked doors and shut curtains. It’s all about the exposure.
I’m just as good as they are, if not better. It makes me sick, but it appears the trait is simply part of my DNA, the same way my eyes are...
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V.I.P. Only
He hungered but he could never eat For Love never invited him to her feasts.
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Reiteration
I repeat things. Over and over and over again. As if the weight of all those words hold, the depth, the breadth, could be better conveyed to the reader if I echo them, like I’m screaming into a cavern and hearing my confusion/pain/happiness/sorrow flung back at me with as much force as I sent it forward. Except, I am both screamer and cavern, and you, reader, are the victim of the force I...
Since it's past midnight~
I kind of screwed the challenge up a bit. But only by an hour. It was a busy day.
But no matter the excuse, to make up for it, I’ll be doing two poems. One down, one more to go.
…After a good night’s sleep.
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Everything Dies
Nothing ever stays the same Photographs begin to fade away And all that’s left is this empty frame
You are not the one to blame I just could never make you stay Nothing ever stays the same
I wish I hadn’t learned your name As I stand here in all this decay And all that’s left is this empty frame
Now memories only remain But they too will fade someday Nothing ever stays the...
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Guilty Conscience~
They say you grow from pain Well then I should be a hundred feet tall, but it’s self-inflicted so maybe all it does is cut me down to size because I feel like a triple ‘X’ small.
This isn’t a poem or a rap, it’s a rant that occasionally rhymes. Stream of consciousness about a conscience that’s guilty of every crime. But the twist in the tale is most them aren’t even mine. Just an excuse for...
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Hemorrhage
Let me bleed onto blank pages that await the products of my purging soul, with its language, music, ringing in my ears. Let me stain the world crimson with the life that flows in me, until eyes squeeze shut. Too much scarlet. Everywhere. Let me deafen the world with a voice long-since unused that has been growing stronger with every swallow of words unspoken, until hands clamp over ears.
Let my...
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Psychotic
Watch yourself. Be careful now. The anger’s building up again.. You can’t see it yet I fear, but the beast is rising from its den and this pen will become my sharp weapon But forget writing curses, I’ll draw blood, then drag you rough across the mud, my face expressionless, eyes cold as ice If you don’t heed my warning, pay the price Bites ravaging your helpless skin as I relish in one of the...
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Dancing around the elephant in the room
Your eyes do not lie. Nor do your lips or fingers, really, but they aren’t exactly telling the truth either. Minute twisting of everyday words. “I’m fine” in every variation yet none of them quite touching upon the sadness and lost look in your eyes.
They meet mine as well as they can. They know what I see and they know I know that, too. Pleadings to please just let it go till you’re ready to...
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Crash and Burn
Carve out my insides and leave me bare for the vultures to consume Let them claw, rip, peck and tear until there’s nothing left to exhume
Crush my bones beneath your heels till I am but a pile of dust This movie’s over, end of the reel I surrender myself to the Reaper’s trust
My broken armour should remain where it lies dented metal, dried blood and all It’s this soldier’s time to die and my...
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Let the wind attack your face and tear at your hair, its high-pitched screams whistling in your ears.
Watch the world rush past you, on your sides, simultaneously rising up to meet you as you move towards it down below.
Don’t worry about hitting the ground. For now, you’re flying.
Feel the adrenaline rush through every blood vessel in your body, heading straight for your brain till you’re...
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The Catalyst
“I am an Events Catalyst. When I’m around, things… happen. Faster. With more consistency.”
You meet her eyes, but she looks away, choosing not to elaborate quite yet. She’s sitting across from you in a leather chair a tad too big for her, her legs tucked beneath her thighs and hidden by the folds of her crimson red cloak. Little Red Riding Hood, you think, and...
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Take Me With You~
Taut, are the strings that bind us knit so close yet stretched so far apart; tapestry extending across oceans. Deserts. Merciless, this distance etched into the fabrics of our hearts and throbbing painfully Where are you going? Where are you now? I miss you. Stitch yourself closer? Or, travel if you must, but do not let the string break Have your adventure, but let there be slack between your...
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Writing Challenge.
Once upon a time, I used to write everyday. As I grew however, time, inspiration and opportunities for writing dwindled down until sometimes it would be a year or two before I put pen to paper once again.
I’d like that to change from now onward, so I’ve devised a little writing challenge for myself.
When I first started writing, I used to write poetry. Yet apart from a few attempts...
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She lays in bed, an arm by her side, the other lightly draped over her stomach. Her eyes stare without seeing at the ceiling, until it all goes dark and she remembers to blink. Thoughts drift through her head, but nothing of substance, of meaning. Random insignificant memories, snippets of songs, images that hold no importance whatsoever and so simply float along as she watches, waiting for...
April 2012
17 posts
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I am not a morning person.
I used to be, once. I can vaguely remember looking forward to waking up early and being out there in daylight with the mist starting to slink away in shame and that.. “morning smell” as I used to call it. I used to love the sounds the birds made as they chirped about getting breakfast. Watched them hop about, telling each other random stories and singing random songs. I used to watch the wind blow...
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Howl at the moon in desperate plea without preamble or fear, beg to be free Want the chains broken, the ropes to be cut Want to escape but don’t know from what~
Head for the ocean (the moon’s domain after all) Stand on a cliff and get ready to fall High tide or low, either way, be crushed But on the way down, God what a rush…
Maybe that’s where salvation lies the lowest of low (so why aim for...
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Is it possible, I wonder...
For emotional wear-out to manifest itself physically?
If so, then it’s starting at my knees… Sorry mom. Knee caps are wearing out anyway, from running away from everything that scared me so. Running away from me. I see the fear in your eyes, you know. When you look at me. I see it. You, scared of me, of what I might turn out to be, what I might end up doing. And you’re scared for me, too. I can...
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Falling
With a smile, I push off the edge of the bridge, plummeting straight down into the rocks below. I can hear exhilarated screaming, and soon realise it’s me, my voice being carried up by the wind. My eyes stay open despite the sting of rushing air; I want to see it all. The world blurring past me, the ground rising to meet me, the bridge moving away, as if not wanting anything more to do with me. I...
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(I don’t seem to be taking this very well.)
It must not agree with me. Maybe I’m allergic. Or intolerant. There is a difference, you know. Maybe I should just surrender to it and let it swallow me whole. The best way out is through, as the mysterious “they” say.
(Who are “they”? Hey! Can you give me the answers? Where can I find you?)
Really, though? Who has the energy for it? How are we...
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I need to DO something.
Run? (No. It wears out the knee caps.) Even if it’s just a little sprint every now and then? (I said no.) Oh come on. A few sporadic runs aren’t going to do anything. (I said no! It wears out the knees. Ask all those runners, they’ll tell you.)
Fine, I’ll go the park. (Only a short walk away.) Play some basketball. (Oh, wait. I don’t have a ball…) Practice some parkour, then. (Oh, wait. I don’t...
