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It's okay to have cheesecakeI get overwhelmed quickly if there's too much of something,
That's why I steer clear of long lists
and poems.

I hate Dora the Explorer.

We like TV, but it doesn't make us happy.
So why do we spend hours in front of it
Instead of doing things we like?

TV is a narcotic. We're addicted.

I'm compulsive. I inhale food.
More.
More.
More.
I don't want it. I'm not hungry.
I need more.

I have no self control.
I act on impulse.
If I want something, I need it now.
Nownownownow
No control

I'm obsessive. I have intrusive thoughts
About death and scary images.

I stayed up late to watch a show that I thought would be good.
It wasn't.

stardust.i. when the stars burn out,
can we still write their names down
in history books, or are
fallen stars not worth
remembering? can we
remember them, even if
they're not? can we say
they are beautiful, even if
the world disagrees? and can we
turn them into powder;
make them into
stardust?

a. some things are
more beautiful fallen
than flying. things like
stars and angels and
love.

(things like you.)

ii. if we were stardust:
i would be red
and you would be
blue. together, we
would be purple,
and

b. we would be so
beautiful.

Dead Cherry Blossoms.

Staring at these four walls again.
I sit. I stare. I wonder.
Will these walls ever reflect the days that I was with you?
Or will it burn with the rest of these memories?

So lets find that place and time that we once wished last forever,
and sit in the fields and watch this city of demons burn down to ashes.
And sit and watch the ocean of fire devour what we once had too.

So lets come on down to the city.
That city once full of lights.
Looks what now become of our city.
A city we built on lies.

These fours walls turned into an open room.
Stretching infinity and beyond.
And in the clearing a see you.
I call for you. Ive searched f

circei.

Daughter of inconsistency,
where do you find your muse?
I dare not question how you build
your chapel and gather your witnesses
like you do your men.

Congregation of Moon and Sun;
the antithetical belong to you.
Born from both halves,
the familiarity of doubletalk
is how you immolate another's truth.

Prophetess of duplicity,
do you take pleasure in unveiling
the ones who strive to master your craft?
Does it amuse to reveal what they are –
sailors at front, swine at heart?

ii.

Descendent of the revered,
prophesy is as you dictate it
if you are fit to govern, fit to rule.
Do justice here; are these men not sons

a man was at an auctionhe bid adieu.

Mother NatureDrink up the entire ocean
To quench the thirst of parched Mother Nature
Before her calused hand breathes in fire
And flames lick at her feet
Blossom her tongue
And leave Mother Nature free
To descend her spirit upon the trees
And bring back ghosts to guard her feet
As she replants us
With but a single seed.

La-La LandI can barely move,
I can barely see where we're going now,
Are we going to someplace alone?

Running through the woods,
Going to see if creatures lurk around,
I hope not,
I want to lurk on my own.

I can barely move,
I can barely see where we're going now,
Please, let's go anywhere but back home.

Hiding in your room,
Looking for a way to get out of town,
Please, can we run away and be alone?

My heart is racing,
Our muscles are aching
From all the stress
Of running away from reality.

My lungs are burning,
My mindset it yearning
For freedom,
For a way to be alone with me.

Nothing's coming 'round the corner,
And I'm stuck her

PuppeteerUsing me.
Controlling me.
Just like a puppet on a breaking string,
Still trying to break free,
But the frays won't come undone.

paper hearts.i could draw you up some paper hearts
smothered with glitter and ribbon to make up for the
one that i have so foolishly broken
they won't beat the same
they will tear easily
& won't be able to love
but that will save you the heartache.

i could put some cotton balls into a jar
call them clouds and place your paper heart upon them
they will hold it higher than i ever have
they won't brush the sky
they will fall apart
& won't be among the stars
but that way you won't fall as far, as hard.

i could paint a beaming smile with too-wet of watercolors
hang the splotchy blend over your lips
happiest i've ever made you
it won't light th

Fairy Tale Syndrome"Happiness must be with the stars.
So high, they are out of reach.

Maybe we can take a rocketboat and sail our way up.
Let our imaginations guide our ship.

How fantastic, a ship run by our love.
About as realistic as the happiness we wish to reach.

When we wake, we find that this happiness was a dream.
Will it stay?
Will it return?
Will we make it our own?"

--

Heart of stone or gold, either way it breaks just the same...
You told me once my heart was made of silver. Silver, not gold.

But it's impossible to tell now, all the pieces are s h a t t e r e d and are too weak to reflect anything anymore
I've tried to put them back toge

23. HeartbeatI am your heart

I am the stomach-filled butterflies and the twisting agony at night

You need to feel--everything, bliss and suffering

Don't try to lock me up

And please don't throw me away

the brightest of stars.i.
raindrops fall in a rhythmical pattern.
my heart beats the same way, too.

she sings a song about aspects of life
that most people wait forever for:
contentment, glory, security,
but most importantly, happiness.

(she`s lucky, though, because she has
you in her life to god-willingly give her
those aspects, and all she can say is
"thank you.")

ii.
aren`t they such horrible people?
they aimed to rip apart your ego
and break your soul
and tear up your reputation.
the harsh words that passed
through their lips must have felt
like a gunshot hitting you
dead on.

but they were far from succeeding

because you were bright enough

21158742Darkness is not real
We are just blind wanderers
Lost in lustful fogs

Happy to be LostShould we ask for directions, dear?
Because I don't know where to go from here.
(And the rest of the world is mocking our lost expressions.)

The sun's so bright but it ain't so clear
And I don't know if home is far or near.
(And the rest of the world is mocking our lost expressions.)

Are we lost, dear?
Are we almost there yet?
I've never been here
But I think I kind of like it.

Because here you stand close to me
Like everyday's supposed to be
And share your hands to hold with me
And love me now.

the King of Thieves

I can steal
whatever, whenever.

I can steal your gold;
I can steal your life;
I can steal your virginity;
I can steal you as my wife.

But no matter what I try,
But no matter what I do,
I cannot manage to steal
what I want the most.

{your heart.}

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boys only wantboys only want
to kiss me in the evening,
with the sweaty palms
of nighttime enveloping our flesh,
squeezing our pores,
pumping adrenaline and promise
through our blood.
in the dark faces are foreign,
only detectable when framed by moonlight
or headlights or street lamps.
daggers of white and yellow
gleam along skin, the flash of an iris
as a gulping boy leans in.
hearts stop their palpitations
when lips touch lips,
then the frenzy digs its claws
into the arteries and all hell
and fire and damnation
is unleashed.

the greatesti want to disappear within your smoldering skin
copper complexion soft as fresh linen
ripe for my kisses a blanket to burrow in.
we do not know how to use our hands,
two strangers wading through a strange land.
those who stare at us hope i will make you a man
but i want to preserve you as a boy
naiveté, guileless charm, sincere regret
butterfly fingers, dewy palms
and a throatful of tongue.
come as you are i will fill your lungs with joy
do not seek wisdom do not grow up yet;
slowly you will seep into me and shift me to calm
with your vigor and your chivalry you will keep me young.
iceberg teeth as i tell of a strained hart

regressioni made you a blanket,
wrung you out. used your flesh
to dilute me so i could flush
all the residue away.
your second story window
mid-afternoon
all i can promise is quizás,
perhaps. gray area is unknown territory
to you, a language you don't comprehend.
it is my home.
it is my other blanket.
it is the place you tried to shove
out of me.
you do not cry
but you sigh and whine and moan.
i am quiet,
unnaturally slow. i once wrote you
to appreciate silence
but now i gnash my words.
i bite them to bits
then i feed you the scraps.

fascination infatuationi want to sleep with you, by you. i sleep best when you are near.

you have become my center, my sun. this is not fine. elliptical orbits around your life, the epicycles of our moods. when we are tangent we ignite but it's the gap years that break us down. this is not all right. i scorned dependency yet i am unstable without your gravity, lost in space --

when you tried to trace my face and i said no, i had strength then, i could let you go. but now i am too weak, your eyes reduce me to poems and there is no resistance left in my bones. if you should leave then i would cease to exist, become a wormhole, a wrinkle in time --

i sit in the li

exploratory missionwith you time is an afterthought.
the days are misplaced,
lost in the haze of summer.
those liquid lip nights
spike in late august,
hottest when the sun sets.

after nine you are mine --
i hug your silhouette,
reach and cling to your blades
of shoulder, of hair.
lambskin cheeks,
wool in the meat of my kiss,
taste your aftershave,
those hands i do miss.
reach and cling to your mist,
the haze that you leave me in,
the clouding of my eyes,
summer skies in your irises.

slowly the earth slinks into fall
and i fall further into your chest,
the galaxy of your bones and flesh,
terrain for me to explore,
to discover, to learn.

i am yours, i want you as minei think my toes and tibias
will break if i continue to twirl
around you. i allow you
to thwart my thoughts;
i let you dodge
my deadlines.

you kiss me
on the iceberg of my nose
and you pitter-patter
along my fingerprints
but you do not say
'i am yours, i want you as mine'
in words, only communicate
any desire with hands and lips.

delicate crescents cup my hips
and you fondle the fabric of my shirt,
discover that yes, this is as soft as skin;
yes, you make me swoon in flannel.
just go for the ass please,
keep sliding along my body,
i am here to be sculpted;
i am yours but i want you as mine.

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by ~xloveisaplace, Jul 13, 2008, 6:10:27 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

blackberries
are stars
on the inside –
they glimmer
when you look
at them
from the corner
of your eye.

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tutorial exercise. miss it.

~estallidos Aug 13, 2008 Professional Writer

glory.

~xloveisaplace Aug 13, 2008 Writer

thank you so much for the favorite!!!

*b1gfan Jul 21, 2008 Student Writer

loved it - makes me want berries!

~xloveisaplace Jul 21, 2008 Writer

thank you!!!

*b1gfan Jul 21, 2008 Student Writer

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~imamoratorium Jul 13, 2008

wow, that was really pretty

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