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I Don't Miss AdolescenceMy sister calls to ask me if I'll do her makeup;
Mami promised that she would, but she's tired
and screamed when Maria reminded her senior prom
is tonight. She says, "I have a hickey on my neck,
something she doesn't want to cover, and you've always
done a better job of highlighting the subtle graces
inherent to my bone structure, the angles we share."

I say, "That's okay, but I can't pick you up,"

so she arrives in a flourish of exasperations,
telling me all the family business, waving her nails
in my face and talking about the pain of her extensions.
She says, "Do you think we need yellow concealer?
I plan to take pictures, and the last

7 - The Pet PoetI remember when Mommy bought you
a black-haired pet for your sweet sixteenth.
Its bronze collar said its name was "Poet."
You fed it noise from the out-of-tune piano,
intense moments involving flesh and razors,
and the occasional walk by the lake.

At first, he knew only the wolf's howl,
purging blood and flames onto the carpets.
Everywhere was a smell of extravagance --
like that woman's cheap perfume on the train to work.
But you cried a little less,
smiled a bit more.
And that was when Daddy stopped
trying to send it back to the shelter.

Soon, you even started watching T.V.
(and enjoyed food, dressed nice, made friends.)
But T

unrequitedyou make my words
gather at the hollows
of my throat
until i choke on them.

my fingers ache to
hold you--
but my eyes ache to
cry.

you're nothing but heart break
wrapped in a bow
of something beautiful,
like the dust of grace from
fallen angels.

i drink a little faster and
cry a little harder
because the way whiskey and tears
mingle on my lips
tastes suspiciously of love.

The HourglassWatch the hands go round and round.
Ahhhh, how long have I been sitting here,
Listening to the grandfather clock?
Watching him ticking away?
Watching the polished wood yellow and rot?
And with every sound he makes
More maggots eat his wooden flesh.

Every grain that falls is an eternity!
In the firelight you can see the glass.
The dust that coats the cracking bulb,
Listening to the sand that trickles down.
Listening to the passing hours.
With every grain that filters through
Another man sleeps eternally.

The sundial stands defiant!
From my leather chair I see it!
It stands defiant in the plaza below me!
Standing in the moonlit night.
Standin

Onyx DreamsOnyx Dreams

Fluctuations of sound waves vibrate the floor,
While the lights of my room glow brilliantly,
But as time winds down and my energy starts its decline,
My vision gets blurry and listening becomes hearing,
And hearing becomes simple background noise,
While Palaceer Lazaro’s words become filmy intonations
Yet, still creating a motion picture full of abstract images,
In my mind full of words and phrases that do nothing but stay stagnant,
And Slumber begins to wrap her warm hands around my head,
As she sweetly begins to pull me into black depths of rest,
A state of unconsciousness that will take me on a journey,
Through the grey abyss we call the center of our nervous system,
And once I fall into the pit of nothingness, the pit of onyx, for those few hours,
I will transform into an atramentous being with aphotic wings,
Because “black is free……..”

All-Seeing EyeAll-Seeing Eye

We’re not moving, but He is……

Equestrian StormEquestrian Storm

I was walking through Canterlot,
as rain beat my plot.
I just didn’t feel right,
before it came into my sight.

The princess of the night,
alone and broken.
What a pitiful sight,
out of my slump, twas awoken.

“Princess, why are you here why are you crying?”

“Because nopony loves our night, I would be better off dying!”

“No Luna no, now that you shouldn’t say!”

“And why ever not, what reason hath you that I should stay?”

“Celestia for one, your sister whom you love.”

“Right sure, the sister from whom to the moon I was shoved.”

“Lu

DilemmaToday in class
You moved to sit beside me
And my heart missed
A beat

Your friends followed,
All sitting nearby
And I sat in silence
Afraid of being judged

The presentation started
And I tried not to look at you
But instead peeked
From the corners of my eyes

The presenters spoke
And I tried to focus
On the droning voice
But you invaded my thoughts

What we had talked about last night,
What I should say to you,
How I should instigate the conversation,
If we were to have one at all

I peek over
And you look miserable
Sick, I remember,
And feel an instant sympathy

Time passes
And fear of being judged
By those around me
Keeps me silent

You

All Systems are Shutting DownI shut down
Kicking everyone out
I sit alone inside myself, while other pieces of me close the gates around my heart
And lock the door to my brain
I refuse to let anyone in; I pretend I’m not home
“Please leave your message after the beep…”
Beep.
“Where are you?”
I don’t know.
“Are you okay?”
I don’t know.
“When are you gonna let me in?”
I don’t know.

You were cold insideYour lips tasted of
summer, of warm days and
cherry-flavoured ice,
relaxing by the
pool side and
smiling against the sun.

You should have been too hot,
too sticky, too humid.
You should have
overheated, should have
melted into your bones until
they turned to ashes, but
it never happened.

I suppose I should have
seen it coming, but
I was so moonstruck over
the way you said my name, so
in love with the idea
of love, that I
didn't notice the way
your eyes bled
winter.

VIIEncore un peu de cendre
Au coin de tes lèvres
Parolescentes

J'épluche tes souhaits
Tu laves le ciel
En vain

Et dans ce vent chaud
Des milliers de pétales
De peau

No wordsI don't like to talk.
I feel that words cannot truly express what I feel.
When I am filled with emotion, I can find no word that can express what I feel to the fullest.
There is no word beautiful enough to describe this joy, no word horrible enough to describe this hate, no word ugly enough to describe this miserable existence.

nothing specialthey tell you not to give up
because you have potential--
and to the ones who simply enjoy
you're probably fantastic
but to those who do
you're simply mediocre,
nothing to bat an
eyelash at.

you're not quite bad enough
to quit, but you're not
great enough to be
remembered.

a small dosage per daysorrow makes its way into my cup of tea every morning
and I add more spoonfuls of sugar into it,
hoping the sweetness will overpower the bitterness;

yet, this clever feeling still seeps through the sweet substance
and clings itself to the sugar's particles,
which in return races through my veins
and scatters in my blood,

making an entire day feel ruined
already.

Never open the window... Never open the window...

I see you're here.

Pay attention, don't fall. It's dark.

What? No, I don't want to light up the room. Yeah, nor open the window. It's useless.
And actually, the only light I need...
...is that one that is so distant for me.

She asked me why I was saying that.
But best of all, I knew that actually she didn't care
I saw too much faces ready to wipe away all my tears and all my fears
But best of all, I know that actually they didn't care.

Seems like destiny put me in this world to help others.
Oh, I'm tired, but I won't show you.
it has been four years, right?
Four years that I'm holding all of you on my shoul

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Just a little love story.If we were to fall in love just before the sun sets, would you stay through the whole night?
Keep me safe and hold me tight, stay under the stars, wishing for nothing more than we already have.

Under a firework sky, with your hand laced in mine, I've never felt more alive.
Because with you I know this love is true, and someday I will say I do. Walking down the aisle wearing white, my heart skips a beat when I see you smile.

We'll run on a beach, feel the sand in our feet, then fall to the ground, as you wrap your arms around me. And I'll laugh because happiness never felt so good, I'm so happy that I found you.

'Cause it's a dreams come tr

Killer QueenShe's that girl you'll want to know,
She doesn't make it rain, she makes it snow.

She can be fully dressed, in nothing but a vest
and a pair of white high heels, and still walk with added zest.

With a glass in her hand and a man 'round her waist,
She's got a killer instinct, and a extravagant taste.

She'll wine and dine at your demise,
But you'll fall hopelessly in love with her eyes.

She'll kiss you, and you'll feel fireworks,
And then leave with a devilish smirk.

She'll crush your heart in the palm of her hand,
And then laugh as it was part of her plan.

She'll watch you burn without a flame,
And play with your life like its a game.

Check yourself firstYou had it all, yet you wanted more.
You risked it all for a bit of "fun"
And now your left with none.

Like a spoilt child you had to get your way
When the cats away the mice come out to play.
But now you've been beat at your own game.

A cheep little cheat and that's all you'll ever be,
And don't you even act like you are like me.
Because now I'm wise enough to see.

So don't come along to judge my life,
Because I may not be perfect but at least I do things right.
Now take a step back and look at yourself.

And Check yourself before you wreak yourself.

Lonely little heart.Lonely little heart hidden in a tree,
Lonely little heart side by side with me.

Lonely little heart you're all one your own,
Lonely little heart has no place to call home.

Lonely little heart wants to be loved,
Lonely little heart has been told her time will come.

Lonely little heart doesn't want to wait,
Lonely little heart wants to change her fate.

Lonely little heart wants to feel the way others do,
Lonely little heart want to be lost in love with out a clue.

What can lonely little heart do?

A bystander to myself.The rain pounded against my window, echoing in the heavy silence.

There was no ticks of the clock, or no beats of my heart.
The air was thick and warm as I sat in my attic room, gazing upon the stars that littered the sky, feeling so small in comparison.

I gazed around the room, it just didn't feel the same, things were moved into boxes, furniture was covered, tears had dried. A sudden chill shot though my spine, the air changed it was icy and my hairs stood up on end. I swallowed hard, this place was no longer home. Well not for me.

I spun on my heels, I needed to leave, I couldn't be here any longer, I should have known it was bad to c

Don't be afraid of the dark.Don't be afraid of the dark, monsters or ghouls.
Because what lurks in the day time can be much more sinister and cruel.

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by ~TheIndigoFeather, Jul 5, 2012, 12:38:28 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

In a smoke filled room, mixed with a musty sent of cheep perfume and dryed lust. Love left this place years ago but this is were she resides.
Under a lace and feather cover is were she hides.
Long black hair, that falls gentlely down her back like a waterfall, coressting her pale white skin.
Her deep brown eyes outlined heavily with glitter, and gold and toped wih thick black mascara, like heavy black feathers they flutter over her eyes. The same eyes that could lead a man to there demise with just a wink.
And under this perfect shell, a body that some would die for, a body that kills some, but yet it hides a broken soul of a lost child.
A child that has seen so much, but yet has felt so little, and now the child is lost forever and now all that is left is this monster with the rouge red lips.

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This was triggered by a smell, and music.
My mum sent me on a bus trip to the coast today, and because I was bored out of my mind I wrote this, there was a elderly woman in front of me and she was wearing a very old and thick smelling purfume, which sort of got me thinking, then I had my iPod on shuffle and the song 'lady marmalade' started playing some the mixture of these two elements made me write this

I put it down as poetry but I'm not quite sure if it is.

~AmeliadosSantos Jul 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

it is poetry, though there are no verses. I like that. it's deep and full of senses and perceptions. nice one, girl!

~TheIndigoFeather Jul 6, 2012 Student Writer

Oh Merci! Chicka

~AmeliadosSantos Jul 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

you're welcome, sweetie!

~TheIndigoFeather Jul 6, 2012 Student Writer

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