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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore  
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of
The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home
the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav
Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.
PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a
WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.
Dry Spell   I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
  fleeting,
        evaporating
              through the cracks of
      my fingers and high

             above my head.
  I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
    words,
         silences,
              or actions
   could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
     all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
              or stretched
                       so far
           that it dissolves into non-being.
 I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo
with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.
Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.
Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?
SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.
Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain
A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
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Pain of love
Torn and cut
The drinking of my own blood
I see only my shadow
The thought that everyone hates me
Why did this happen!
All from love never to be!

Darkness covers my pale body
Blood stops in my thin veins
Slowly cutting my fragile skin
As my heart drifts away
I\'m so serious!
I\'m so fragile!

If I thought twice
Maybe my heart would not feel this way
If I didn\'t into hopeless love
Maybe my world would\'ve bee the same
But now I bow down to my own fear
I\'m so gullible!
I\'m so weak!

But when I talk to her
I fall in love all over again
Love enters my soul
Only to be taken away again
And live in darkness once more
I\'m so
Freedom FriesWhat America wants America gets

The child in bed looked at his father in uniform
The father kissed him softly and said
America wants justice
America wants pride
America wants to be right
America wants police brutality
What America wants America gets

Now don\'t you cry my son
I\'ll be back soon
The father walked away
To be returned in a coffin
America wants widows
America wants war
America wants death
What America wants America gets

America wants christianity
America wants crusades
America wants racism
What America wants America gets

America wants greed
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I Feel
Ive seen the ends of earth
Ive seen both the light and the darkness
Ive seen the future and its not grand
Ive seen the fear of all who understand

I feel the blood on my hands
I feel the water turn  to wine
I feel the sting of razors and will not tell
I feel the pain of all who are sent to hell

I know the cure for death
I know the time to stop
I know when the sun dies
I know when you cry
The Red Dragon Has AwakenToday people have entered the light
The rich and beautiful never cared for ugly men\'s blood
They\'ll Get whats coming soon
The red dragon rises from the dead soon
We\'ve ignored again

Mankind will fall
Save us from the fire
The burning for etirnity

The red dragon
Has awaken
Souls burnt to ash
God has spoken and taken us to our graves

Those who cannot believe
Burn forever
The red dragon has met its goal

Mankind will fall
Save us from the blood
Poured on we drown

The red dragon
Has awaken
Souls burn to ash
God has spoken and taken us to our graves
The red dragon has awaken
At the solar eclipse
The king has spoken
Where
A Thousand TacsI just poped my vein!
I cought a tac in my wrist!
I felt the pain then it stopped!
A final sigh and a final taste of blood

I\'m afraid of death
I\'m afraid of life
The smell of fear nausiates my head
I start to smell the color red
Its the smell of death
Its the smell of death
Its the smell of death!

I cought a tac on my neck
I got a thousand tacs
999 more to go

I stabbed the tacs in my room
I should put a stop to it soon
But Ill continue stabbing the tacs till Im doomed

Pratice
Pratice
Pratice death

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Skewed Goodness

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Infected by invalid praising
While capturing the stench of barbarians
Drinking the black blood of the good
”Pay me and you will receive Christ”

The wrong doing of the white
The corruption of the good
The endless maze to heaven
For the ones that tried

Crucify all the rich to end the stench
Endless falling, no way out
The loop worms are covering the cross
Invite to another to baptize and so to be blinded

The scripts of the book bring false hope
Killing all those who walk to forgive my heart
Submitting only to the true evil deep in my soul
To only wonder if that place is true in the skies
Confessing all the good in me for it does me no good
Praying and kindness is God in disguise



Blaspheme and treason are excuses to slay
And the church blames me for their injustice
It’s the cross you hide behind
Looks like its on flames
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~thesmileserase Sep 28, 2003   Writer
umm did u write this after being at church? well u know i dont like the fact that ur writing against it, but it was very nicely written. hey how come u have like a big space b/t the 4th and 5th stanzas?

bethany :)
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=deliriousdreams Sep 16, 2003
had a bad run in with the church I see...
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~angelicrose Sep 7, 2003
Wow!

mmmm hate

This is really good :nod:

*pop outa the bushes and rapes u*
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~imyselftheking Sep 8, 2003
Cant be rape cause I want it
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=deliriousdreams Sep 4, 2003
ooooooooooooooo flames!
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~lost-but-found Sep 4, 2003
arg-ga effin big words mess me up! lol i liked the parts i did get though...
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~okami-no-oni Sep 4, 2003   Photographer
all too true in today's world, sadly.

but as for the poem, i think maybe the lines were a little long. my opinion. other than that, it's all good to me!
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~toolofthemuses Sep 4, 2003
your writing has evolved

~Brittany~
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~strwberryfire Sep 3, 2003   Writer
mm.. i would disagree that the anger is subtle, i thought it quite apparent.

i disliked the first stanza immensely. for some reason, im completely against the word choice and find it too.. im thinking corny? but i dont think thats the right word. too planned, too forced perhaps. at any rate, i dont like it. oh and just work on the flow a little more, parts were a tad choppy.

that aside (and i really do think you are an amazing writer, im just being honest so dont hate me :( ) i think you have an interesting idea here, while i may not agree with all thats written, i think it makes for a good piece of poetry.
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!melliegurl2005 Sep 3, 2003   Writer
hmm very interesting poem. . .anger is sensed, but u make it subtle. . .very well done
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