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GodThere is a God. I have seen him snap the necks
Of children and inspect their hollow remains.
Pushing past the sinews, there is nothing there.
No prayers clogging the arteries, stopping the rush
Of blood, a blackened jet.
Their mouths had not yet learnt how to
Form 'hail mary's'. Tongues twisted at the sound.
The syllables choke.

There is no use lying to a child who when asking
For God, finds only silence.

He is not interested in them. The purity sickens.
There's a boredom in innocence that causes him
To turn away. His eyes are better fixed on those
Who can praise him. The shallow whore who never
Thought her life would take thi

A Legacy of WisdomYou have scribed your words,
wealthy wreaths of wisdom,
on paper never torn or worn.
You have etched your passions
on my brow.

You have left this wallowed world
victorious; eyes resplendent
with the wisdom you wrote and wrought.
Your passions shall echo in my ears
unto eternity.

And should I stray into some
sullen storm, or get caught in
the torrents of the monsoon, I’ll know
that Lear’s been there before, and
I’ll not swoon.

And if Hades’ doors open up
before my stranded soul, and scorch
it with the heat of hell, I’ll recall that
I am not the first – Dante’s been down
there as well.

A

NonexistenceI pray to a God I have never seen,
who lives in a world that has never been,
to save my heart that has never felt,
from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt.

My feet step on grounds no men stepped before,
my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore,
yet it does not kill me,
does that mean,
that I am immortal,
or that I've never been?

I pray to a God that may not exist,
while the iron shackle tears up my wrist,
to tell me the difference of being and not,
to show me the memories that I forgot.

My mind flies to places nobody has reached,
to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached,
spots on the dark, they're not even light,

AnarchyScream the anthem of the anarchist!
What is it? Exactly.
I won't tell you; make it up.
Go away. Blow it up.
Burn it down. Deface the town.
But don't give in,
Never -- no.
That's the song we all love so.
Freedom past extremity.
Far away, in my backyard
I own the world; I am a bard.
I wear a beard and shave my head;
All the normals want me dead.
I won't give up; I ramble rave.
You'll never make me behave.
My brother, loser, freak, meek geek
You know-- the beatnick, hippy, punk--
The rock bands my parents debunk--
We treasure what we cannot have:
No allegiance to any flag.

out of Gardenwhat sea
how it is welling your eyes a wet mess

what tide
where urchins of the ocean will spill to howl their elegy
where mermaids will turn widows
once brine has swallowed whole their sailor babes

stewarding the land instead
is why i never set sail with you

but to lay in gardens, oh…

a bed sheet rotten by the ultraviolet
and our laps full of stars

what black soil will pervert your knees there
where moonlight will mirror out from your teeth
to run fanatic toward cosmic space
after bathing in the space among us

where walking air pushes every dust

one of sun-dried butterflies
one of beaten rug with broom
one of hone

Perspectives of a Hallucino...Comfort. The softness of the basement couch. Misery loves company.
Trickling through my fingers. Whispering across my face, her disappearing
lips trace across my cheeks. The smell is sweet, but she is rough against
my throat. Her smell isn't so much intoxicating as it is suffocating, yet
the smoke paralyses my senses and touches my soul. Her street name is
undeserving of her effect on me. Forever, she shall be known to me as
Mary-Jane. I will never know her beauty.

r

the plasticized quantum theory

alabaster immortality
une voleur honteux
slip of the tongue
in each saturated pore
spectrum rehearses its symphony

crooked whispers of a flute
a glimpse of blue infinitude
quiets the confines of los alamos
¿quién es él? eso piensa
en kaleidoscopes

paralysis in the peristalsis
jewel in the vitreous humor
phosphorescent anti-matter
until it watercolors
the poison of psyche

papillae the plagues
oxidizing ash and ember
a quivering effigy
splinters the moon
instinctually

the mirrored hand exhales
swept the epileptic ceiling
dissolving tendrils of mahogany
detached from the retina
unblemished

tranquil, t

existentialist pick ups...where have I been all my life?

ScrutinyAnd when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin…
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect…

“I am lost in my own depth,” I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic prin

Vampires heartacheI awake in the night;
I can no longer sleep.
I don't see myself in mirrors;
I see somebody else.
I am alone.
I am dead.
The red stripes on white flesh
Keep me somewhat Sane.
I stare at the ceiling;
It is as cold and dead as I am.
The pain burns within;
as my life slowly fades away.

Wolf's Rain

Snowflakes fall, blood is in the air,
Covering white figure of pride,
Lying forceless on the ground,
Having no strength to fight with the snow,
Nor even with reality,
Which drifts down from the empty sky,
Where the moon cannot be seen,
Where birds cannot be heard,
At which wolves can only howl.

Suicide

I'm so sick of suicide
It's everywhere I look
Pictures, and in movies
In poetry and books

I'm so sick of suicide
It's pathetic and it's weak
Blah blah blah so awful
Outlook always bleak

This life's just not worth living
Could they be any more cliché'?
I know that I just can't go on
Isn't that what they say?

Do you live in China
Without freedom's basic choice?
Are you a woman in Afghanistan?
Forbidden to have a voice.

Are you starving now in Africa?
Surrounded by disease
Or under corrupt dictatorship
Forced upon your knees

These people rise to challenges
We cannot comprehend
They live their lives from day to day
And triu

Procremationso he said let's make a baby
she said let's just make
love
and he said
What's the difference?
She said
A snakeskin
or a little pink pill
And he said
Isn't it about time... she said
You're never old enough
to die
She said Make life-- make
death
and he said
What's the difference?

I like my life she said
he said that won't last
she said I feel
no need...
he said
Well, maybe I do

She said Sow your seeds somewhere else then

Emo

Emo is black.
Emo is red.
Emo is a love of darkness,
But always needing some light.
Emo is the way you look,
But more the way you are.
Emo is resisting the world
Because you can't stand routine.
Emo is loving everyone you know,
Even if sometimes you wish they didn't exist.
Emo is hurting yourself or your body
When deep down you really love them both.
Emo is making your own choices,
While relying on your friends to make it through.
But really, emo is not caring how fucked up you are,
Cause there are so many friends just as fucked up as you.
Emo isn't hate.
Emo is love.

the god memorandum

To: You
From: God

Take counsel.
I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son shredding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace. Be calm.
I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its cause ... and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corr

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Simple DesperationShivers weave up her neck
As your fingers trace intricate patterns on her
Exposed skin.
What a beautiful disaster this has become,
What a masterful demise we've fallen in to.
I can throw my words all around,
In an attempt to get you back;
But my words to you, mean nothing more than
Simple desperation.
This is new, this is scary;
Uncharted waters we're diving into.
Drown, drown, drown.
Hit the bottom, I'll black out.
You can go back to her and continue to play
Your last, over dramatic, love song
One last time.

DissolveThis is nothing like we've felt before.
The impending dawn will crush us before
We have the chance to salvage any remaining
Memories we made.

Is this the end,
Or merely the beginning?

As if the binds that tied could be
Broken with no thought as to how this may
Change everything.
Friendship re-defined.

My thoughts have formed faces,
As they pace endlessly across my one-track mind.
Pausing ocassionally to take a breath,
As everything dissolves around me.

TimeWe're burning up in this atmosphere
As the tears and laughter fill the air.
Oxygen deprived, we sink into
Darkness
And forget all the things we promised.

I wish I could take this all back
But I've convinced my
Pathetic heart to
Believe
That this will be worth it.

When the lights start to fade and
I find myself alone...
My mind starts to wander,
I know you're at home
Reliving the night when you're
Looking for more reasons to
Blame yourself.

Rip the seams a little more,
We're an open wound now.

This is illogical, irreplacable.
Something we've never felt as one.
I want to scream,

Bring down the sky

There's not much use for

ShatterPieces of me scatter the doorway
Where you departed.
I wish we could turn back time and
Not so much as glance at each other
So this would never have began.

It's tearing me up,
It's tearing me apart.

Don't stay, we know that's the better
Solution to everything.
So we can dissolve this pain,
Resolve this hurt and take away these
Memories.

They burn too fast, but never disappear.
Haunted reveries that will never leave.
My fears are growing old and my
Mind is growing weak,
Some one come and save me
Before I fade.

StarsCan you feel her wrapped around your spine,
Do you feel her nails under your scarred skin?
I can't bear to breathe,
But I can't hold it in.
The stars above mocked me,
Basking me in their soft ambience.
My music fades to the background as I
Listen to your breathing.

Calm,
Steady.

Pulse raised, heart pounding.
How could it have turned out like this?
Like a marionette you force my movements,
Plan my actions.

Cut the strings, cut the strings.

I can't face the truth,
It's been a weakness of mine for a while now.
You're building me up just to watch me
Drop, fall, stumble down
The path I wish to leave behind,
But it's one of thos

HoleAs if the galaxy could tear open and
Send black and blue waves rolling out
To drown this, drown us.
Your kiss still lingers on my lips,
And day after day this hole widens.
Tugging at my mind to let you go,
Let the memories flood back and
Suffocate my dreams.
I'm saving my hopes for the hollows
In your soulless eyes with a
Single thread of delicate tears running
Down my cheeks.
You said we would never end,
But here our demise rests.

I'd give anything to have you back.

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Golden Eyes

by ~zombie-anatomy, Sep 30, 2009, 4:47:21 PM
Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Open

The words I need are etched in stone,
But in a place where only I can reach.
I don't have the qualities you're looking for,
I just wish I could tell you.
This will sound love sick, and pathetic.
I've come to grips with that as being true.
No one else knows me like you do.
I'm sorry every day,
When I try to tell you but
Freeze up.
It's so simple, just five easy words;
Yet to get them past my tongue,
It's a battle.
My mind is telling me not to fuck up this
Beautiful thing we have.
Friendship that you only hear about in
Fiction.
So here's the background villain,
The underlying scheme
Because every perfect story needs one,
I'm in love with you.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 words.
I know you'll read this one day,
And wonder who it's about,
Maybe even ask me.
I'll just smile and look down.
I've accepted within myself that
You can't and will not feel the same.
Two different worlds.
I just need you to know
That every word I write is for you.
Every day, you inspire me.
You're the reason I can still smile.
You're my sanity, my gravity.
Every word I speak is for you.
I've done nothing but agonize
Over these thoughts, lately.
I apologize too much,
Why can't I be him?
I love you and I'm sure of it.
Please don't run away;
I can bury these feelings,
Don't worry.
Don't let this affect us.
Girl with golden eyes that
Shine so brightly.

The words I need are etched in stone..

Golden Eyesby ~zombie-anatomy

Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Open

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~larkizzle71 Sep 30, 2009

'tis nice

~zombie-anatomy Sep 30, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks =]

~whatwasteiam Sep 30, 2009

I like.

~zombie-anatomy Sep 30, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Fankyouuu Branbran. =]

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