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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."

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

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming arms of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment I didn't hear 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 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

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).

Chasing Butterflies

I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.

I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.

I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.

There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

Evolution of life

child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape

we evolve to finish in the matrix

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

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said,
shaking her head.

Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

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.

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I want to put a hole through yours.
You'll look fine.
but i don't.

This is the Fifteenth One to Youdon’t hold;

I fell in love with you easily.
It was like being a child again;
Falling down a slippery slide
And having someone to catch
Me at the bottom so I didn’t crash.

your breath;

I fell in love with you slowly.
The way your hair fell into your face
And you nose glided over my cheek
And your eyelashes brushed my nose;
Honey laugh and willow wind voice.

because I;

I fell in love with you simply.
There were no fireworks or
Parades or music or head rushes;
Just the two of us facing away from
The rest of this god forsaken world.

never learned;

I fell in love with you happily.
It didn’t matter that this was the first
And last time I would ever look at you
Or anyone else for that matter but
It is important that I did fall for you.

how to;

I fell in love with you completely.
I gave you all and I gave you it and
I sincerely hoped I had it all in return.
But I guess that wasn’t enough for a
First try and

Today in a Stream of Consciousnessstudy hall.
blank screen.
green ink.
the swan.
sex.
"what am i doing?"
KWB101.
sick.
singapore noodles.
smells good.
sex.
i see-
17 shoes boxes,
more books,
mess,
black pens,
red purse.
mango liquorice.
wanderlust.
sex.
"i had bad days."
yeah, like today?

Sleeveless.her heart is missing.
her chest is just a cage;
a cavity; a hole; a hollow
with the lights off and
there is no one home in
her dark chocolate eyes.
she doesn't walk on stars.
she doesn't dream on clouds.
her life is better now that she
doesn't live in the red dirt
alien land that is beyond
definition with people who
have no hope of being saved.
galaxies are far out of her
reach and it's frightening
to know that one day she
is going to die; one day
she will look in the mirror
and realise that there is
no point to it any more.
her tears are scarring her
face each time she cries.
her fingernails are just
stubbs from all the biting.
children hate adults
- until they become one.
she's missing her heart.
it's on her sleeve.

I Never Got Over Youit's funny to think that we don'tknowwhere we stand anymore.
too
afraid
to
ask
a
simple
quest...
ion
do you still love me?
see? thisiswhyidon'task questions any more.
--
don'tcontactmebecauseidon'tknowwhattothink
i can't think.
i can't think.
don't think.
don't think.
see, this is me trying to convince myself that i feel nothing;
and that you feel nothing as well.
--
all you maggots smoking fags out there on hollywood boulevard.
YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER TRUSTED HOLLYWOOD.
--
We got a little carried away
So this is were we sit and say
"I didn't mean any of it-
not then, not now, not a bit."
--
so i don't believe that
and i don't believe you
and i don't believe in myself
and i don't believe this is true
--
i'm rhyming.
funny.
this
is
what
you
do
to
me.
--
ijustwantmybestfriendback
andsomethingmore
youknowmeandiknowyou
andineverforgotthethingsyoutoldme
--
"What's wrong?"
"I'm three inches from you're face and can't do a thin

i will break you.don't push me today.
don't push me tomorrow.
don't push me or i will
PUSH BACK.
the jerk with no heart told me i sicken him.
but the jerk with no heart loves my baby sister.
"In all honesty, I don't know how to deal with this situation."
"Just let me see her."
"But I have to be there."
"Well then be there."
"I can't be around you."
"You're going to have to be."
"But you used me."
"But I didn't use her."

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whilst in a chair at starbucks.

by ~WriteWhileDreaming, Jan 20, 2013, 10:09:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

i'm going to get lost at sea

and let the waves toss me

like i want to be tossed and

not how they would have

me behave for them bec-

ause i am not their gold.

chai latte on the beach.

middle man.

babe watch.

take me out to see/sea.

going through the motions [teach me (ocean) how to not get bored of the same things again].

let it rain let it pour let it suck me off the shore.

whilst in a chair at starbucks.by ~WriteWhileDreaming

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

literally written whilst in a chair at starbucks.

whilst in a chair at starbucks. (c) Georgia 'G' Ferguson 2012

~sentimentalfreak Jan 21, 2013

Oh the innuendo if only a male had written this...

~WriteWhileDreaming Jan 22, 2013 Student Writer

you ruined it.

~sentimentalfreak Jan 22, 2013

Sorry

~WriteWhileDreaming Jan 23, 2013 Student Writer

So you should be

*duck-pie Jan 20, 2013 Student Digital Artist

Someone didn't properly enjoy their holiday

~WriteWhileDreaming Jan 20, 2013 Student Writer

Yeah I did, I'm just sick of routine.

*duck-pie Jan 21, 2013 Student Digital Artist

fair enough

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