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AwayI want to fly away,
up, in the sky.
down, back to earth.
I want
I want to go.
Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.
Just go,
Leave, let go, live.
I want to fly away,
somewhere I can stay.

I Might Need YouI think I might need you,
But here's the thing:
I'm spinning out of control
And careening off the side of the road.
I pretend to hold on to the wheel,
But we both know I'll crash.

It wasn't a fair fight.

If you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would hear me whispering
"I want you."
"I need you."
"You're mine."

And if you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would know that
We are horribly wrong
For each other,
And that my words mean nothing.

But what's to stop us from
Sharing our sheets anyway?
We sleep folded together
Like slips of origami paper
Pressed so tightly that
We could not possi

Rage Day"Rage Day"

Sometimes I just have those days
Where everyone should stay away
Where the slightest thing you say
Will be the cause of me to break your face.

You better keep clear during these times
I promise to exhibit obvious signs.
I'll hiss and I'll growl; I'll snicker and snear.
Sarcasm is high only if you're near.

I meltdown like a volcano erupting
Onto a blanket of snow where the lava's disrupting
The particles' flow; they speed up and go
As the rage builds from my head to my toes.

One bad thing leads to another
Like my drunken mother or a call from my brother
Or a fight with a friend; God it never ends.
So many memories wi

-this windowpane loneliness
has devoured too many stars
making love to ocean beds.

Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphine
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
filled up
with nothing.

& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
but-

I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.

I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
tiger-striped skin.

With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,

I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.

London as MythThe serpent is Janus-faced a thousand fold,
With a Medusa’s head of many mouths
And a body coiled, spliced and cold
That combs the metal undergrowth;

A metropolis from stone and steel,
That reaches ‘round the monoliths
Made out of sweat and blood of will,
Tapering sword-edges breaking rifts

Among the reefs of called-up spirits,
With the ferocity to throw down hail,
Or to rise up the phoenix who whips
A gentle heat from wings and tail.

Lost LoverI woke up to a world entangled in white,
where the black trees coexisted with light.
And the ice fell swiftly upon my pale skin,
waking me and making me feel alive again.

Enchanting it was, but it left me so cold,
as I was yearning to find my lover to hold.
Somewhere deep in the darkness of dusk,
I had lost him to the wintry must.

So I searched for him again and again,
shouting his name in the depths of the wind.
But no matter how hard I tried to speak,
I could feel the ice sealing my lips so weak.

Then in the distance I could hear a sound
that said, "Darling, won't you come around?"
It shook me and made me feel empty ins

Divided Against A Blackened SkyDivided against a blackened sky,
No idea where my loyalties lie;
I've been outcast by the people I knew:
I can't find anyone who will stand true.
I fought beside them for so long
I don't know where I went wrong
Now I'm left here alone
Never have I been so far from home.
Walking by myself in the dark
My soul is tearing apart.
Feeling longing for what I lack
But I know I can never go back
Even as the darkness closes in,
This is where I'm supposed to begin
I cannot live, yet I will not die
For I'm divided against a blackened Sky.

SuicidalI'm running out of breath

-and I'm diving in.

I want the gods
to pour their tears
into the oceanic crust
they call the sky
and rip the immortality
from their veins,
crying out the soul of
a rebel torn in defeat

(singing hallelujah, hallelujah
in the rhythm longing
to glow from the cavities of their skulls.)

Best Served ColdOn the menu tonight,
You'll find my heart.
Would you like it served
With a poison dart?

Perhaps you'll enjoy it
On a silver platter
Eat it bit by bit.
Delicious? Don't flatter.

Would you like it
Hot or spicy,
Or bitter or sweet?
Grilled or roasted,
Fit to eat?

Go ahead, just ask, be bold...
But if you ask me,
It's best served cold.

WitherRot - Tyson BrunoRot while you wither
Wither while you rot
So bitter as you slither
But think you're so hot

You're a snake in the grass
A vile little cretin
Who tends to look past
Every ration and reason

As I whip you with chains
You'll say that I'm twisted
You'll Call me insane
Bones broken and shifted

So believe when I say
I'll end your sad life
In the cruelest of ways
With ropes and a knife

The Old WellMy destiny calls from the depths of the well,
The sound of the water my own death knell.
Spirits pass upwards and through the stone,
Leaving behind pennies people have thrown.

The well is filled with the souls of others,
All of whom strayed from the same path.
Every fate as damned as another's,
Consumed by this ancient curse's wrath.

Mysteries surround this age-old dwelling,
I, a servant of this ancient foretelling.
My heart lies at its base,
My life removed without a trace.

A Challenge to ThanatosYou hear the sneers beneath your laughter,
Like quivering arrows shot in the air.
Your own voice taunts and mocks you,
The living mirror of a lie’s contraire.

Making up excuses just to remain calm,
Soon out of things to make you feel numb.
Go on and hide the scars in the sun,
Your acting skills are second to none.

Every day’s fear swallows you up whole,
Giving birth to yet more doubt in your soul.
As each time is spent with a life on the edge,
You see yourself simply waiting for death.

Constantly at present with tales of the past,
You’re idly staring while others prance.
Where is that heart you wear on your sleeve?
Emotio

The Dearest Dark ThingsThe pulsing pound within my head
The monsters underneath my bed
And all the things I never said

They leave me all alone

The whispers near me in the night
They're always wrong and never right
I note that they don't come with light

They never leave my side

Contradictions that I speak
As slowly my heart grows so weak
And my veins all bleed death's reek

Trust me I know nothing

Quiet now, they tie me down
In a pure white flowing gown
And on my head place bloodied crown

Yes I am their queen

I can't tell the things apart
The things that are real or in my heart
Because the world is all just gruesome art

Look at my lovely dark thing

J'ai pris le temps(English version below)
J'ai pris le Temps.
J'ai pris le temps dans ma main et je l'ai broyé.
Je l'ai fait reculer, je l'ai acculé, je l'ai bloqué et menacé.
Je l'ai étiré dans tous les sens et je l'ai déchiré.
Et puis finalement, je l'ai oublié.
J'ai pris le Temps.
Ou c'est lui qui m'a pris.
L'un de nous s'est mépris.
Et l'autre reste surpris.
J'ai pris le Temps.
Passionnément.
Tout doucement.
Je l'ai aimé puis détesté.
J'ai pris le Temps, j'ai pris le temps.
C'est un enfant, terrible, tentant.
Il m'a échappé, a fui en courant.
Je n'ai plus le temps,
Je n'ai plus le temps,
Mais de temps en temps...je le reprends.
Version anglaise : Merci beaucoup à Menotmyselfori ([link]) pour sa traduction!!!!
I took the Time.
I took the time in my hand and I crushed it.
I made it reverse, I cornered it, I st

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And the carefree boys who were staring and glancing
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Mixed with lots of noise
And the girls and the boys
Who were young and prancing

There was once a kid
Who never did what they did
He just sulked and hid
When the girls were laughing
While the boys were bragging
And the ladies dancing
And the carefree boys who were staring and glancing

A girl named Hope once walked his way
She had a great smile and she made his day
And when Hope was close
The poor kid froze
While the girls were giggling
And the boys were fiddling
And the ladies dancing
And the carefree boys who we

when the birds were killedTo wake up every morning at the noise of gunshots, explosions and screaming became so familiar to my ears. It replaced the morning birds that were killed after the blow of war. Sometimes I try to remember what silence sounded like. I try to remember what music, and singing sounded like. Did we ever dance and laugh before we learned how to die so gracefully? What did we ever laugh at? It seemed to me like we never laughed until it was pulled out of us by laughing gas.

I have a lot of memories that I dream about getting rid of.
Memories like the child whose mother was murdered before his eyes. He started calling and yelling her name, "Mother!

A Sun's KissHer golden skin was once kissed by the sun
And the moon cried for her to come
But when she became a dream of ashes she was gone
With her hollow past that ended right where it begun
And the ruby star that smiled at me before my feet could ever run
And before my past was written down in a rusty lab
Before I carved a stranger's name on marble slab

I remember exactly how she glowed so brightly though
She named herself upon the stars the Queen of Drab
She used to climb the wall that had no bricks and fell
As many times a child would fall

Then when the summers passed her by
She became a creature with the strangest frame
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Heart CutoutI met loneliness on a desolate road
And I became the only friend I had.
I fell in love with noble words
And moonstruck dreams
And genius schemes
And flaky thoughts
And berserk quotes.

One day the hummingbirds
Laughed at me because my songs
Contain no music.
I shouted loud, "YOU BIRDS ARE WRONG!
My songs are poems and a poem is
An eerie song that plays alone.

I had a heart shaped cutout in my chest.
Sometimes it became a subway for fireflies
Sometimes a bridge for love and lies
Sometimes I hid there a pack of fries
And a coke with ice – extra large size
But most of all, I hid a secret –
A hope so deep it blurred my eyes.

I wish

The 4th of JulyOn the fourth of July last year, I became a murderer.

I remember how the day started out, normal and all with my parents shouting at each other and banging doors and my baby brother crying and I'm trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. It was the very average day and if I let that bring me down I would've killed myself a long time ago. But I always keep bringing to mind what the school counselor keeps telling me, "you have to be positive Jayce, that's very important." I hear my dad shouting from behind, asking about my destination and I tell him that it's school. He just says, "it better be school Jayce. I don’t like it whe

Silent MoonThere used to be a silent moon
Watching me as I carried the world
Upon my shoulders.

The moon has dangerously kindled at
The agony that scrubbed each
And every bone I had with sharpened blades.

It was all I could ever do to hold on:
You were a weight on your own and
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by ~TheLaughingDreamer, Jan 10, 2013, 12:41:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

On your left cheek bone, you had a long, dark scar
That you've earned when you fought their brutal war
And five broken bones in your slender hands
That you've cracked in a fight of a few damned lands
You deny but I've seen the light limp in your knee
Twisted in a ship at the heart of the sea
You pretend it was fine just to hide your pain
But I see your tears through the thickest rain
And in silent nights I can feel your cries
Just beneath my skin. They uncover your lies
The lies that you've told of how you're doing alright
Though the soldier in you is in constant fight
In silent nights, behind your shut door
You still see your friend, as he bleeds on the floor
You still hear the bullet that pierced your knee
And the scream of a boy who tried to flee
And the smoke and the rain and the inch deep mud
And the deaths and the pains and the fresh red blood
And you know that beneath all your skin deep scars
It won't be the same. You forgot who you are

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~Bluefish2D May 5, 2013

Wow, just wow. So powerful

~TheLaughingDreamer May 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you

~ellymango Apr 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wow. I'm not big on poetry, but this is powerful. That last line has such impact. And you made the whole thing rhyme.

~TheLaughingDreamer Apr 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you very much

~ellymango Apr 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Welcome ^_^

~Queens-of-Chaos Apr 7, 2013 Student General Artist

Wow, this has such a powerful message and such vivid imagery. I simply love it. And the last lines: "It won't be the same. You forgot who you are." Brilliant.

~TheLaughingDreamer Apr 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you very much

~Queens-of-Chaos Apr 8, 2013 Student General Artist

You're most welcome c:

~TheScourgeDragon Jan 11, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

WOW. You made this incredibly deep WHILE RHYMING.
That takes serious skill.

~TheLaughingDreamer Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

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