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XXXXXEven now,
part of me
(my hands)
want to
pull out
that glass
she lodged
in her neck.

Pull it out
and drop it
into pieces,
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.

Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
(my chest)
is not afraid
of demons.

It is far less
dangerous
than girls with
haphazard knives
and other
monsters.

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...

A Rebel's BloodI lived on hollow promises and
dreams as thin as mist.

And kings and lords
who offer gold
in return for my head.

Through the Golden Palace Gates
I'm met with oaths, made to be broken.
I'm met with lies and truths, unspoken.
I'm met with eyes that have seen what I
never dreamed of seeing.
And eyes of crying, blind, fresh beings.
I'm met with suffocated desires.
I'm met with raging hateful fires.

There's a masked man who was paid
a few million pieces to chop my head.
He raises a sword. All what there ever was fades.

I shut my eyes...
I breathe.

on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
apology.

i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.

you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon

HollowHollow
Is her chest.

She feels around for emotions;
Sadness and anger is what she has mastered the best.

World moves around her
In top-speed rate,

While she stands still or get maneuvered around
Like a dense grey stone in the rapids of fate.

Erosion shapes her outsides
As a rough unapproachable being;

It builds up the pressure inside
Where she's really quite more softer than what you're seeing.

But don't expect for there to be a heart,
It's already shattered to pieces and is reformed from charred coals;

Even now and again it is crumbling apart;
Life has filled it with so many holes....

Hollow
Is her chest.

She feels no emotion,
Exce

EqualityEquality

Today my rainbow flag
Stands proud next to
The American flag.

Today my flag is counted
Equal. Represents equality
To our nation.

Today the rainbow flag
Represents the gay
Community not as a

Separate any longer
But as a whole. As
My state Minnesota
Legalizes gay marriage.

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.

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.

BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind

Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
Young haters,
Young liars,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.

Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it a

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.)

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

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

Second BestI always win silver, never gold;
I'm constantly pushed to the
Back seat of life, envious eyes
Fixed on the powerful driver's seat.

Someone is better than me, not
Once but annoyingly all the time.
I give the essence of passion and
Yet modesty lacks bright success.

Perhaps throwing my hands up
In the air with defeat is the
Only good thing in my miserable life;
I will always be second best.

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by ~Blessfullyshocked, Jun 24, 2010, 10:51:59 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Will you please fuck me so I can learn to love
the skin that attaches itself to me more than
the person themselves who is actually on top
of me? I know you don't really care about me
so that would make it easier to love your skin
and nothing but. I guess what I'm saying is I'm
trying to find a way to kill my insides and you're
it. How bout' it Joseph? Care to break me down
nice and easy or hard and swift? You're the only
guy I've ever been attracted to besides him...and
you know I love him so obviously that wouldn't work
though it's starting to have its own downfalls.

Winded cheeksby ~Blessfullyshocked

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Well, you don't give a fuck and I need a fuck.

(To me this is one of the saddest, most pathetic, and most honest things I've ever written. Straight out of the ol' journal.
Maybe to scraps later.)

~silklilies Jul 19, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

_{"you have to decide if your heart and well being are worth someone who doesn't keep them safe"
i live by those words today}

~Blessfullyshocked Jul 19, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

I should say, no one is worth that but even if that's true
I don't go along with it. I always thought he was worth it.
And now I have to tell myself every day that he's not.

~silklilies Jul 20, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

believe me, i dealt with the same thing. now every day...i could talk to her. tell her i miss her and love her and i can't stand this, trying to get over her.
my veryvery good friend told me it is like..standing on the edge of something very tall- knowing it would feel wonderful and beautiful to fly. but then you remember there's concrete at the bottom.
no one is worth being hurt.
don't jump.

~Blessfullyshocked Jul 20, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

That's a very good analogy
I really like it. I decided
to put together everything
that connected to him and
get my friend to hold onto
it for me until I'm strong
enough to know what to do
with it all.

~silklilies Jul 20, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

that's what i did
i had a box of gifts for her
and i gave it to my friend
because i spent so long making those things
but they're so full of pain for me now

~Blessfullyshocked Jul 21, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, I'm sorry. May I ask what sort
of gifts?

~silklilies Jul 22, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

i drew her things and made her a book and a paper bird.

~Blessfullyshocked Jul 23, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

That sounds heavenly lovely. I drew him
things and he threw them away when he moved.

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~Aartappel Jul 2, 2010

Great writing but intertwined with sadness. Well written

~Blessfullyshocked Jul 2, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so very much. Really.

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