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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.

lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."

Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude

False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.
Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!
Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moon
then sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doom
would befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be
I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,
trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.
Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!
They all represen

ArrheniusThe birds are
keeping to themselves
this evening
as the earth shifts
slightly-
ever so calmly
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have
to move).

Here and there, I
witness these
beautiful strangers
with perfect bodies
and long hair
walking down the road
in tightly knitted packs.
They are animals
like we are animals-
like we are
animals without
claws and fur,
with scratches on our
skin that yields to
fragile and
familiar hands.

The winds respond
as quiet birds rush
from telephone wires
in panic and
in beauty; she
tries to brush the hair
dancing circles in her eyes
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have to move).

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming arms of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment I didn't hear you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
Just barely
I was loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along

Chasing Butterflies

I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.

I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.

I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.

There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

Evolution of life

child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape

we evolve to finish in the matrix

False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.

Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!

Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said,
shaking her head.

Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)

HumanDear Hypocrite,

What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.

Dear Coward,

Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.

Dear Liar,

What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.

Dear Human,

What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.

Lovers and assassinsNight
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Talk to MeYou've got
A lot of things on your mind
Life's not
Going your way
Plans shot
Things you wanted to do
Friends bought
Are they really there for you?

Don't Despair-
I will be right
by your side
Always be here
To help you get
through this ride

Just talk to me, talk to me
Let it all out
Come and talk to me, talk to me
What you're down about
What is the reason
you should bear this by yourself
It's ok to lean
on somebody else
So talk to me

Don't stress
about all this work
Confess
it's not under control
Big mess
could be out of your hands
Digress
Holding in's not the key

Be aware
We will be right
by your side
No ma

Dance With MeCome And
Dance With
Me on this starry night and

I Just
Want To
Feel you right by my side and

All I
Wanted
Has happened on this night and

Don't Let
Me Go
Otherwise I might fall

I don't want to take you away
From all others that might dance with you this day
But I've waited long to hear you say-

"Dance with me...
Dance with me...
Dance with me...
Why are you shaking?

Don't be afraid...
Don't be afraid...
Don't be afraid...
Just come and dance with me."

But I
Don't Know How
I've never danced before

And I
Don't Want
To look just like a fool and

I don't know
Why you're treating me like this
Please don't go
So

PrecipitationThe snow falls
and I see
that you, man
are not for me.

I can't let
you go now
but must for
my solemn vow.

Would you know me if you found me in the cold?
Would you know me if I fall and can't get up again?
Would you take my hand and fly?
Fly far away from the world!

The rain falls
and I know
that this is
far sadder than the snow.

It washes
my sense away
not my love
as I'd begun to pray

Would you know me if you found me starved and wet?
Would you know me now that I can't get up again?
Would you take my hand and fly?
Fly far away from the world!

Snow to rain, and rain to hail
Falling down upon my head.
Only bringing wi

Don't Walk AwayI see you and I know
That you are hurting deep inside
I call for you to come to me

Refuse to tell me what has been
Pulling your spirits down and I
Can't bear to see you like this!

Do you know how long and just how hard you've worked to get here?
Do you know who loves and just how much they love you?
And do you understand that you'll get through this alright?
It will be better on the other side
Don't walk away.

You say that he's hurting you
Because he doesn't look your way
I think if he doesn't, he's not deserving.

But this girl is causing pain
That is tearing you apart
You shouldn't have to go through this!

Do you know how lo

Friends Can Be the Best...A true friend is a sister.
At times, you don't agree
Or see the same way
But you still love each other
And you're there to stay.

A true friend is a mother.
She's a shoulder to cry on,
An umbrella in a storm.
An on-hand Dear Abby,
A fellow mourner.

A true friend is a puppy.
No matter what, she comes back,
And supports you to the end.
She's always full of smiles,
hugs, and back-breaking glomps.

A true friend is a friend
Who is loyal and kind,
And doesn't stop to speak her mind.
You accept her, and she the same,
No insulting on the other's name.

A false friend is a crappy friend.
A compulsive liar to your face,
A knife in

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Boys, Stupid- Girls, Trouble

by ~Hinata--Hime, Jun 7, 2011, 9:49:59 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Boys are stupid, girls are trouble
Get the cops there on the double
I'm lucky I stayed at home
I am forever alone

I hate chicks, they spread rumors
Catching on like a nasty tumor
Live your life looking over your shoulder
Do no wrong and the eyes get colder

Cheerleaders hate for no reason at all
Except "that bag is so last fall"
Bottle blondies with low IQs
Straightened hair and 5 inch shoes

Boys storm halls with muscles flaring
Thoughtless words they're always blaring
"outta the way punk" "get your own air"
Heads so big all you do is stare

Jocks push kids around like they're the top of the pack
The nerdy little ones have gotta watch their back
Think they rule the school yeah they rule this dump
But after all this, it's a rude speed bump

I'm just fine, being where I am
I do what I like oh yes ma'am
No one to boss me around, regulate
My life, but y'know, haters gonna hate

Boys, Stupid- Girls, Troubleby ~Hinata--Hime

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Apologies for not being black >-<

~Kikki-chan Jun 7, 2011 Student General Artist

I LOVE THIS LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. o Uo

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=yami-joey Jun 7, 2011 Student General Artist

Wow, that makes a lot of awesome sense!! ^_^ Good job with the poem, I like the last part and it's really so true.

~Hinata--Hime Jun 7, 2011

Thank you so much! ^-^
I'm glad it made sense to someone >.<'

=yami-joey Jun 7, 2011 Student General Artist

You're welcome! It really does... n_n No problem!

When you want your works commented don't be afraid to drop by and tell me, I'll be glad to comment on poetry.

~Hinata--Hime Jun 7, 2011

Yay! :3

Alright, just watch out- I might take you up on that offer. n.n

=yami-joey Jun 7, 2011 Student General Artist

w00t. ^_^

But sad to tell I don't go online often, but when I do I'll be sure to post reply.

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