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Waiting for a coach
and four
that never came,
she realized
a ball gown
won't bloom
out of sackloth;
glass slippers
are not dependable
and mice
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
man.

IcarusSun girl,

the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.

Do not let anyone
clip your wings;

you were made for the skies.

Definition of a Writerwrit•er

noun /rītər/

A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery

They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish

A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own

They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone

Red DressDon’t put on your red dress
for he doesn’t know the meaning
he doesn’t want the commitment
he doesn’t care for the color.

The red dress you love to wear
that’s stained from wine and beer
but still carries so much meaning
for who could find a second red dress

Don’t go out on your red dress
for the man who wants nothing more
to screw around and doesn’t understand
the meaning behind a simple red dress.

A red dress for when you dance.
A red dress for when you cry.
A red dress for when you need it.
A red dress for when you care too much.

Don’t put on your red dress for him darling
he doesn&rsqu

moonshines in georgiaman on the moon:

giddy with lumps of north georgia seas
greased on the crease of my lips
gravity drips from couch-cavities
when tides belch from below --

burst on the water's edge,
earth's bourbon sailors retch in moonshined ripples
trickled blue murder on their crinkled crimes;
raking water wrinkles like a wayward drunk
stuck on sunken bootleggin' dreams.

it's been a long, long time
since I've drowned your hemisphere
for fishing like a moonraker,
swishing my bait-lines like tobacco's
squished in your shallow gums
before you dare to down my air
breathing in this sincere georgia night.

Broken Birds and Stark PhrasesWe slip and slide and fall
down curves and carrow places.
We cursive at the wall
in our undefinéd spaces.

Disjointed limbs extend
to strumpet our arrival,
to warn who are not friends
we will kill to survive all.

Hung upside-down haunters
hug branches in the Forrest.
Merry nightmare monsters,
Cheery snarling chorus,

Arachnic children know;
you can run but you can't hide
from this disparic truth,
darkness waits for you inside.

Although you seek the sun,
as all creaky spinsters might,
the night can't be out done
and it has you in its sight.

L.E.S.B.I.A.N.Living on the
Edge of life
Saving myself
Being who
I truly am
As it is all i can be
Never forget that

Missing piecesMissing pieces

There are wounds
that never heal; silences
so loud they thunder - I stopped
breathing years ago, that night
the ice took my chest. Since then
I walk in pieces, howling
around my heart.

-SophieCT, 2012, 2013

field notesi read some poetry
just for the sound--for the words lilting up and down
and the thick, honeysepia
polaroids unmisting in my head.
those are the poems i never understand
and the only conclusion i can draw is:
there is apparently
some supernova poetic awakening that comes
with the loss of virginity
and basically i need to get laid.

Blame The ParentsI won't be able to keep a relationship in the future because I'm scared
I'm scared it'll turn out like theirs

I'm a pacifist because I hate watching it
I hate watching them fight

I have PTSD because of their fights
Their fights almost broke up this family

I self harm because they are pushing me over the edge
I was already close to jumping, but they gave me an extra push

I'm always in my room because that's how I run away
I guess that's called "Like father, like daughter"

I only eat one meal a day because he constantly puts me down
Even though he's joking, I can tell he means every bit of what he says

I can't trust anyone because they do

For every boy I ever kissedi.

you took my hand 'neath the magnolia
at a christmas dinner party I held.
your mouth was cold. so were my affections.

ii.

you were the first man to listen to me.
i let you listen to my heartbeat; but
when the day fell away, you bruised me deep.

iii.

you were my safe harbour, and i your storm
turning your misery to naught but air
but i squirmed away from your tongue, repulsed.

iv.

you were my cradle, when i couldn't sleep
you would hold me close and pray for something,
anything, to keep me safe. (it was you).

v.

eleven months spent sleeping with my phone,
i still couldn't believe when you kissed me
even after midnight struck us agai

The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciated
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.

And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.

MorningA black cat sleeps in a ray of sun
My coffee is lousy
Another cardboard morning
The day isn't a blank canvas
Waiting to be painted
Its already scrawled with
Yesterday's mad crayon drawings

Smoke drifts up and out of the window
I drink the coffee

van houten must be godi. you know how in embroidered cloth,
from the bottom under the design,
all you see are knots? her honey-like,
crying
voice lulls me to sleep,
that's what we see of God's plan.
just the knots. when in reality,
it's the design on top;
beautiful and flawless that He
has in store for us.
bullshit.
i learnt that word
when i was three
but every time i said it,
my face hurt and mom's hand fell.
God will put you
in hell.
do you want that?
i knew better than to say it again.
ii. you're an estimated
fallacy, the perfect
misconception.
you don't need to exist
for people to believe.
they make you real with
dancing tongues behind
a crowd
of murmuring lips of
god's will.
iii. of the rain,
i sang songs, whispering
prayers only you
could hear.
if you truly are
what they say for you to be,
then there are no secrets
between you and me.
mother still sings
the same songs
in the rain, hoping
you'll hear her the way
i thought you would.
but she doesn't know you died long ago
with chiv

thieves of nocturne skiesPaper lanterns are midnight requiems
That tell me to look beyond the
light and have &

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No titleI hear the bass booming
Speakers that are "thoomping"
i hear a broken heart beat thurdering
So loud my yells are but just a muttering
The heart lays in a shattered
By my ill misfortune you are a tattered
I cant change what has been done
I write from a place, with no sun
A place where the dark is imposing
I know the walls might be in closing
To form my tomb with out feeling
But i will take it in this dealing
I hope one day i can see the light
For now i fight without my sight
I lost control of special part
I have lost loves favor of the heart

Lamb and the lionI cant help but noticed when you walk by
I see you smile and I feel like I could just die
I want to know your lips with such a stolen kiss
I dream about you and wake up in a heart breaking bliss
My heart aches for you and your embrace
Why must I be driven into a nut case
I have fallen for the one that I shouldnt of have
But once I saw you I knew I was in love
You tried to scare me away with what you are
I shouldve of know when you pushed that car
I know what I cant be without now
I want you to never leave me, I want that vow
I am your stupid lamb, good as prey
Youre my sadistic lion, my love I say

TruthI lay upon the bed of drifting thought
I find myself long gone and lost
Lost in your memory
I have tried to find another remedy
A remedy for being alone
I only find that comfort upon a phone
I hear you, and all is better for that fleeting time
I listen to you as I write in a book of hidden rhyme
I understand that I have found true love in thee
You know this with the symbol of being on a knee
I still have a long way to get to my goal
It’s a adventure that has been long and slow
But I know when I get there its wont be in vain
I still owe you a kiss in the pouring rain
You are the soul reason theses lyrics pour from

Losing itPlease hold on to what you cherish, dont lose hope
If you let go you will hang yourself from a nylon rope
As you drown within your mind
I worry about which bodybag you are in for me to find
As you cry alone in bed with lies misleading
I am trying to stop the proverbal bleeding
Missing the sanity within you
As the words appear on the paper, you know its true
You have been kicked and lied to too many times
Seems like there are no relief from theses crimes
agianist you, so hold on to thoses true friends
that are here, they will love you and be there till the end

The RoofOne with the silent hello
He cry in a pillow
The first sign is a blood drop
Turning white to red of a flower crop
He bids all a farewell
Like a prisoner escaping from his cell
He cries for the pain he has caused
To his parents he should have been perfect but was flawed
Striving for greater was his downfall
All were to busy to hear the his pleading call
Except for one but its to late
For he has chosen his fate
He is already dead before he could of made a sound
With one step off the roof he hit’s the ground

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by ~eleventh-wound, Sep 7, 2009, 5:41:49 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

we hear the shot out of nowhere,
my heart stops wishinng not to be here,
we run for cover and hide,
i look to see my comrade dead at my side
I hear the bullets flying next to my head
Its nothing like it, the sound of hot lead
I look around to see everyone falling
The platoon sergent a medic he is calling
Then within a second his face is bleeding
From here i can see his life is fleeting
War is playing god with pawns
Pawns who may never seen another dawn

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