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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
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……..”
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.
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
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
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.
All-Seeing EyeAll-Seeing Eye
 
We’re not moving, but He is……
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
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.
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.
SeppukuA blue sky greets me as I kneel to the ground.
I hear the rushing wind and the sacred water sound.
The cold, grey stone upon my knee,
As I prepare myself for eternity.

I take a solemn look at my silent crowd,
Those cruel, dark faces scream so loud.
They want me to do the final deed.
I'll plunge the tanto in. They'll see me bleed.

I look for a while at my full rice bowl,
And prepare for the next cycle of my soul.
What shall I be? A man or god?
Shall my next life be lived in the mud and sod?

I finish quickly so we don't delay.
By now the light is fading away.
I take up the pen and start to write,
To put brush to paper is one last delight.

"
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.
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.
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Love Comes Before A FallDon't say a word, you're look says it all.
Forget about pride, Love comes before a fall.
Silently you plunge the dagger in,
You walk away, I lay broken, you win.
My heart no longer beats, my eyes no longer see;
I'm just an empty shell of who I used to be.
Battered, scarred and bruised
Only a few effects of being used.
Drowning in darkness, lost in the storm;
The blood  flowing from my wounds, the only thing left that's warm.
Laying here, cold and forlorn,
Between forgiving love and bitter hate I'm torn.
As The Sun RisesAs the sun rises,
Rays of hope shine over the horizon
Drying my tears, chasing away my fears

As the sun rises,
Everything becomes clear
Outlining my obstacles, easing my pain

As the sun rises,
I feel a sense of peace
Banishing the dark, lifting my face to the heavens

As the sun rises,
I realize I can live again
Taking a deep breath, I embrace the next step
Monotony and ErraticallySitting here,
Wondering what
You might be up to.
Curious,
Though its
Only wishful thinking,
That you might
Be thinking of me.
What does
Your heart beat for?
Or does it just
Go along its steady rythym,
Bearing the monotony.
The monotony of
Not having someone
Who can make
Your stomach flip
And heart thud erratically.
Just like you do to me.
As Long As Imagination LivesIts so much fun to be a little kid all over again,

Plastic bats are swords and we are warriors.
Sailing the seven seas,
we battle monsters and bad guys.
Nearly getting killed, but saving each other.
Forming a bond that can never be broken,
Not as long as our imagination lives.

Swings are horses and we are explorers,
Braving the wild frontier.
Surviving stampedes and outrunning bandits.
We will remain, no matter what they throw at us,
We will be friends,
As long as our imaginations lives.
Can't get awayA red warning light goes off in my head
As you turn to me with those innocent-looking eyes
Everything screams at me,
Run!
Get away from her!
Stumbling, I try to get away
Away from all your bold-faced lies
Running, feet pounding, heavy breathing
No matter which way I turn
I come face to face with your fake smile
I'm trapped and I can't get free
Is there a key to escape?
Can you please save me?
Can anybody save me?

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Moonlit Enchantments

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Faeries alight upon the 'shrooms
Gossamer wings glow under the moon
Delicate laughter tickles the ear
Creatures of magic start to draw near
Hush watch the fairytales of old come alive
Who on children's imaginations they've thrived
The moon is full they start to dance
Enchantments lull you into a trance
The sun gives the horizon a gentle kiss
As they disperse, you know you'll miss
The faeries alight upon the 'shrooms
With gossamer wings that glow under the moon
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Inspired by the book I, Coriander by Sally Gardner
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~Dani-the-Naiad Jun 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
:heart: I love this!!! :heart:
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~Flarimar Jul 12, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you so much!! And thank you for the fave!!! =D
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~LadyKylin Jun 1, 2012
>< I just tried ot do an inline critque which is something another site I'm on does. Anyway, overall I liked it, There are a few things I would suggested changeing, or tweaking.

" As creatures of magic start to draw near" Get rid of the start to. You've already established that they are there so it seems redundant to have them there.

Who on children's imaginations they've thrived - The who isn't really needed, playing with it not being there could change the flow.

"And as they disperse, you know you'll miss" - I suggest either loseing the And or As, in this case they both are doing the same thing.

The other thing that could make it read better is to have some consistent rhymeing, you've got a few and that adds a lot of flow to a poem, but haveing a few lines is odd.

I did enjoy it though.

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~Flarimar Jun 10, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you for the critique it definitely got me thinking! I took out the As and the And, but didn't take out the who, at least not yet, I'll have to mull on that one for a bit. Again I really do appreciate your input :)
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~LadyKylin Jun 11, 2012
Glad to be appreciated, and I don't expect every peice of advice to be taken, just to be considered.
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~Flarimar Jun 12, 2012  Student Writer
Thanks, I like hearing it though even if I don't consider it, it makes me really think about what I've written and look at it from different angles.
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~LadyKylin Jun 12, 2012
Which is all I hope to do :) Give you new angles to look at it from.
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~Downtown-Awesome May 31, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Enchanting. I love this.
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~Flarimar Jun 10, 2012  Student Writer
Thank ya lots!!! =D
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~RynLyra May 31, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Still love this as much as the first time I read it! <3
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