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.Were We Not MarionettesI bend
as
she bends,
arms a graceful
bridge of mourning—

our eyes
rippling plains of remembrance.
(but at least we remember)

I lean beside
her,
both hopeless
heaps of wood
and string;

pirouettes fall
in time to blurry
rivers

and irises plead
only as allowed:

moisturizing this
shell of
splintered skin.

had I wished for sight.My wish-on-me star,
whose ears I filled to secret’s brim,
whose implosions I hemmed
still layers deeper:

I’m sorry I wore stitches
and scabs with try-agains.

You sacrificed paper dreams,
Crumpling and sending airplane
answers until my skies were
wishgiving.

Apologies have sweetened
on tight-pressed lips—
a thick and sultry wine—

but you’re now constellating
apparitions, in city skyscapes;
and my vocal chords
are coarse sand

and silence.

The Icarus Effectsimplicity is
that skies are blue
that grass is green
and that shoulder blades
are wingless planes.

I used to be able to whine
And sniffle my way through confusion;
the hunched knobs of my spine
would molt for nuclear rain—
would search for whetted humeri
to tear and liberate pluming
horizons.

I adulated stars
and the principle of
weightlessness,
and I drank salt from the shoreline
of these beggar wings;

pacific suicide.

LiesLiving in this hell
In this body of a shell
Even now my blood is burning
So hot, flesh asunder, soul churning

Sea
Her love was bone white,
unblemished and
stunning

[ but never like diamonds. ]

Truth then became water to
pruning fingers and splitting lips,
while she drowned
in the mouth
of a liar like me.

You gave me sunset loveShe was grass-stained
with bleeding, bare-foot
dreams,

because she’d always said
that shoes were for porcelain girls
afraid of callous skin.

and she was not fear.
not anymore.

when it crept in on white
manicured edges,
she would make lions of trembling girls,
which craved and devoured
from her temples
a sunset-blossom
love.

You can't hurt me anymore.

In October.She is chameleons,

bare-tree umbrellas
somewhere beneath
Autumn’s underbelly,

beside once-remembered friends
of once-remembered pasts,

falling fragmented in kitchen sinks
and cleaning bottles,

still
breaking hearts for puzzles,

still
bandaging wounds on tables
of answers without questions;

and she is still unknown
come next October.

We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the broken
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.

We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.

We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.

We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.

We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.

ImpairedBlurry eyes
Haven’t seen for far too long
The proof is in the structure
Of my failing life

Blurry vision
Lost all sight of you
And it scares me to be here
Without you, I’m living

Blurry images
No faces, just empty words
Smudged lines so I may walk
Across and embrace nothingness

Blurry love
Seeing has always been believing
But now faith is all that’s left
And I will be proud of

My tears

I Love Her the MostA delicate hand
A tilting head
A tiny frame
A dark beauty

My first love
The one I will never forget
When someone else loved me
I loved her instead

My Princess doesn’t wave
She doesn’t smile
But another girl made her happy
Just for a while

I am insignificant
In the story of her life
And it kills me so much
And cuts me with knives

Because I know that I’m the one
Who loves her the most
I know I’ll be waiting
When she’s in the cold

I want to be the one
To hold her in the dark
To whisper “it’s alright”
And ignore the branding mark

That makes me one of them
I don’t really care
If I had her

Shattered PeaceFather, I must speak
As the peace I’ve held, has reached its peak
The boy I was, is thought to have strayed
But in your blood he has always stayed

I cannot hold
For this heart of mine, grows certain and bold
Shackled to manhood I must confess
The façade I’ve grown, was far from a success

I am
The youth you’ve battered with heavy disdain
The life I was, told to fear and abstain
But fate was dealt so long ago
When the faith we held made it so

I am
Young prosperity, empowered and free
Towering in confidence so all may see
But humbled by sacrifice, and hosts who may disagree

Father, do not turn away
These words I spill

Trust is Hard to RepairTrust is Hard to Repair
15-2-13

Healing came with your words.
Words like ‘future’ and ‘love’ and ‘kids’.
It was only the second day we had spoken,
But you had ‘fallen in love’
With my voice and personality...

...”sing with me,” you said,
And I sang – our voices blending in harmony.

Pain came with your words.
Words like ‘friends’ and ‘distance’.
It was a week later,
But you were distracted while I was distraught...

...”goodbye,” I said,
And they were relieved when I came back.

Confusion came with your words.
Words like ‘mistake&rsqu

Visions of CorpsesVisions of Corpses
20-1-13

Darling, oh Darling, where have you gone,
You’ve made my days scary and my nights way to long.
I’m worried about you, out there on your own,
‘Cos I know you were feeling all lost and alone.

Did you finally shuffle off your mortal coil,
To be with the Angels, your kin who are loyal.
Oh Darling, where are you, my world fades to black
As I imagine a world where you’re not coming back.

I left you a message, you didn’t reply,
I phoned with no answer, I really did try.
So Darling, please contact me, I really don’t care
How much you are hurting as long as you’re there.

You know

ExcusesExcuses
14-03-13

He said that he loved me, that he was my guy.
That we would be married as time went on by.
That my future was bright, not gruesome and grim;
Am I just making excuses for him?

He promised never to cheat, to hurt or to harm,
He turned on the smiles and worked with his charm.
Did he try too hard and stretch his kindness too thin?
Am I just making excuses for him?

When he dumped me then crawled back, he said no more pain,
Yet within a week he had dumped me again.
I was his friend – relationship in the bin.
Am I just making excuses for him?

He asked me to wait for him for a year,
While he sorted himself and made his life

What is It?What is It?
13-03-13

You came nicely wrapped up, like a gift,
Designed to give my soul a lift.
You determinedly knocked on my heart’s door;
What is it that I’m waiting for?

I undid the ribbons and the bows,
Is what’s inside what the world knows?
Were you different? Was there more?
What is it that I’m waiting for?

The package looked all nice and good,
But termites infested the piece of wood.
You burned me once, pierced with your claw;
What is it that I’m waiting for?

You whispered promises on stale breath
‘Never again babe, you’re the best.’
But you were rotten to the core;
What is it that I

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When I Had EverythingFade faster, Shrink it down
Condense my mind, lose my brain cells
Erase the hard thoughts, kill the sad memories
Try not to remember when I had everything

Cut deeper, deal with the pain
Numb my mind, to confront another day
Ignore the repercussions, the trouble I’m in
Try not to deal with when I had everything

Sit in silence, I’m losing here
Scared to death, but let myself fear
Cry to let go, show some emotion and things
Try to live with the knowledge that I had everything

Brighten up, grow in soul
Try to live higher, nothing gets old
Embrace the sadness, and the strength it brings
Try to move on from when I had everything

In her ignoranceMy mother calls me a vampire
When she discovers me
In my room
All alone in the dark
But she has no idea
That behind my back
Is a knife
Dripping in my own blood

My mother calls me a ghost
Because I isolate
Myself
From the world outside
But she has no clue
That I do more than
Sit alone
In my room

My mother calls me a zombie
Because everyday
I look dead
My eyes dull
But she is not aware
That I am like that
Because I have
No hope

My mother calls me many things
In her ignorance
She deserves to keep it
It is easier
When she doesn’t know
What her amazing daughter
Has become
I’m not who she thinks I am

What You Cause In MeThe memories cut
Slashing like the knife
I keep under my pillow
Impossible to find

Her quiet presence
Is what I miss most
I want her in my arms
Not just a memory ghost

Her cruel words
Cause my hand to slip
The knife is there
Pressing on my skin

Red blood flows
Signifying my pain
The hurt that she brings me
Every day

She is capable of this
And so much more
My princess is gone
She closed the door

A knife it can cut
It can make me bleed
But it’s just an example
Of what you cause me

Wanna?Do you want to know me?
Break my walls.

Do you want to save me?
Catch me when I fall

Do you want to love me?
Earn my trust.

Do you want to take me?
Shatter me with lust.

Do you want to hurt me?
Repeat this poem, and break my heart.

SnowAn illusion
The illusion of purity
A great stretch of white
An expanse of beauty
Not much seen in life

Looking closer
The illusion is marred
Shadows are cast
The landscape is scarred
The mark of mankind still lasts

Footprints
Scare the peace away
Humans always rushing through
Dirtying purity everyday
With their self holying shoes

They don't stop
Refusing to see the clean stretch
Because they know deep inside
They are not worthy of that
And so these feelings they hide

Man isn't perfect
They never can be pure
So they destroy beauty
So no one else may see the world
For what it is supposed to be.

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Jealousy

by ~secret-life-of-mine, Feb 8, 2013, 5:35:10 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

The bible tells us never to be jealous
An impossible feat
And people wonder why I hate
Religion

Jealousy will live inside my heart always
Its cruelty corrupts me
Always there manifesting hate
Inside

I am jealous of the confidence living
Within the ones who smile
Because they have nothing to lose
Today

Jealous of the way they walk, free of burden
They know the people around
Will accept them for who they are:
LGBT

I am most jealous of the fearless people
Flaming, never hiding
I want to be that much free to
Love

Do not ask me my friend, why I am jealous
Don’t tell me not to be
I envy those who live without
Jealousy

Jealousyby ~secret-life-of-mine

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~Sami365 Feb 8, 2013

I kind of relate to this a bit. I like it.

~secret-life-of-mine Feb 9, 2013

Thanks

Im glad you like it.

~CoyoteDove Feb 8, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Very interesting poem.

~secret-life-of-mine Feb 9, 2013

Yes, yes it is ;D

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