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Waiting for a coach
and four
that never came,
she realized
a ball gown
won't bloom
out of sackloth;
glass slippers
are not dependable
and mice
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
man.

IcarusSun girl,

the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.

Do not let anyone
clip your wings;

you were made for the skies.

Definition of a Writerwrit•er

noun /rītər/

A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery

They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish

A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own

They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone

Red DressDon’t put on your red dress
for he doesn’t know the meaning
he doesn’t want the commitment
he doesn’t care for the color.

The red dress you love to wear
that’s stained from wine and beer
but still carries so much meaning
for who could find a second red dress

Don’t go out on your red dress
for the man who wants nothing more
to screw around and doesn’t understand
the meaning behind a simple red dress.

A red dress for when you dance.
A red dress for when you cry.
A red dress for when you need it.
A red dress for when you care too much.

Don’t put on your red dress for him darling
he doesn&rsqu

moonshines in georgiaman on the moon:

giddy with lumps of north georgia seas
greased on the crease of my lips
gravity drips from couch-cavities
when tides belch from below --

burst on the water's edge,
earth's bourbon sailors retch in moonshined ripples
trickled blue murder on their crinkled crimes;
raking water wrinkles like a wayward drunk
stuck on sunken bootleggin' dreams.

it's been a long, long time
since I've drowned your hemisphere
for fishing like a moonraker,
swishing my bait-lines like tobacco's
squished in your shallow gums
before you dare to down my air
breathing in this sincere georgia night.

Broken Birds and Stark PhrasesWe slip and slide and fall
down curves and carrow places.
We cursive at the wall
in our undefinéd spaces.

Disjointed limbs extend
to strumpet our arrival,
to warn who are not friends
we will kill to survive all.

Hung upside-down haunters
hug branches in the Forrest.
Merry nightmare monsters,
Cheery snarling chorus,

Arachnic children know;
you can run but you can't hide
from this disparic truth,
darkness waits for you inside.

Although you seek the sun,
as all creaky spinsters might,
the night can't be out done
and it has you in its sight.

L.E.S.B.I.A.N.Living on the
Edge of life
Saving myself
Being who
I truly am
As it is all i can be
Never forget that

For every boy I ever kissedi.

you took my hand 'neath the magnolia
at a christmas dinner party I held.
your mouth was cold. so were my affections.

ii.

you were the first man to listen to me.
i let you listen to my heartbeat; but
when the day fell away, you bruised me deep.

iii.

you were my safe harbour, and i your storm
turning your misery to naught but air
but i squirmed away from your tongue, repulsed.

iv.

you were my cradle, when i couldn't sleep
you would hold me close and pray for something,
anything, to keep me safe. (it was you).

v.

eleven months spent sleeping with my phone,
i still couldn't believe when you kissed me
even after midnight struck us agai

Missing piecesMissing pieces

There are wounds
that never heal; silences
so loud they thunder - I stopped
breathing years ago, that night
the ice took my chest. Since then
I walk in pieces, howling
around my heart.

-SophieCT, 2012, 2013

field notesi read some poetry
just for the sound--for the words lilting up and down
and the thick, honeysepia
polaroids unmisting in my head.
those are the poems i never understand
and the only conclusion i can draw is:
there is apparently
some supernova poetic awakening that comes
with the loss of virginity
and basically i need to get laid.

Blame The ParentsI won't be able to keep a relationship in the future because I'm scared
I'm scared it'll turn out like theirs

I'm a pacifist because I hate watching it
I hate watching them fight

I have PTSD because of their fights
Their fights almost broke up this family

I self harm because they are pushing me over the edge
I was already close to jumping, but they gave me an extra push

I'm always in my room because that's how I run away
I guess that's called "Like father, like daughter"

I only eat one meal a day because he constantly puts me down
Even though he's joking, I can tell he means every bit of what he says

I can't trust anyone because they do

The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciated
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.

And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.

MorningA black cat sleeps in a ray of sun
My coffee is lousy
Another cardboard morning
The day isn't a blank canvas
Waiting to be painted
Its already scrawled with
Yesterday's mad crayon drawings

Smoke drifts up and out of the window
I drink the coffee

van houten must be godi. you know how in embroidered cloth,
from the bottom under the design,
all you see are knots? her honey-like,
crying
voice lulls me to sleep,
that's what we see of God's plan.
just the knots. when in reality,
it's the design on top;
beautiful and flawless that He
has in store for us.
bullshit.
i learnt that word
when i was three
but every time i said it,
my face hurt and mom's hand fell.
God will put you
in hell.
do you want that?
i knew better than to say it again.
ii. you're an estimated
fallacy, the perfect
misconception.
you don't need to exist
for people to believe.
they make you real with
dancing tongues behind
a crowd
of murmuring lips of
god's will.
iii. of the rain,
i sang songs, whispering
prayers only you
could hear.
if you truly are
what they say for you to be,
then there are no secrets
between you and me.
mother still sings
the same songs
in the rain, hoping
you'll hear her the way
i thought you would.
but she doesn't know you died long ago
with chiv

thieves of nocturne skiesPaper lanterns are midnight requiems
That tell me to look beyond the
light and have &

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Day and Night~Day and night~

Suicide is like day and night.
It symbolizes the end of one's might.
It is the show one puts on for their tortured sanity.
When all seems lost and the rule is vanity.

But it's not the end.
Or your sanity will be well again.
This attempt on your life is nothing
Because you have a knife.
Stop looking at the dark cloud infront of you.
Stop the suffering,it's not only you.
Suicide is like day and night.

The end of one's life,but the beginning of a new light
If one were to stop and realize that their fate
Does not end with a knife.
Dear child,it's time to put down that gun
Stop the tears,now have som

A Splash of Sunlight~A Splash of Sunlight~
The day is over,let's go and play.
Down our papers and pencils to lay.
Spend the day chill'en and laughing.
With all our friends,all of the days.
We have the day to ourselves,
Let's put it to use.
Running from any troubles we happen to have,
We are on the loose.
A splash of colors,thanks to our smiles.
Let's gather all our friends and run wild.
Throw our cares in piles.

I'm gonna spend these days dancing in the sunlight
And spread that bouncing music over the waves
Chimes of laughter,the smell of a good time
The color of the sunset will be my alarm clock
It'll wake me to the sound of happiness
And each

Deeper and Deeper~Deeper and Deeper~
Deeper and Deeper...
That's how far I'll go.
Deeper and Deeper...
Nobody knows.
I enjoyed that splash of sunlight
On my face.
As I sank deeper and deeper
Into your embrace.
But I miss the air
The cooling breeze on my face
When I ran to your arms.

Deeper and Deeper...
Slowly my breathe dies.
I wish to be back up there with you
The light fades all too soon.

Deeper and Deeper...
So far below.
Deeper and Deeper...
I can see the sun from down here.
But will I ever get to feel it again?
Deeper and Deeper...
My soul is trapped
In a murky abyss.
Never to see your eyes
Ever again.

Deeper and Deeper...
Slow

The Circus~The Circus~

The Circus-the circus
I really love it there.
The circus-the circus
It's the only place who showed me care.
Why-oh why?
couldn't you stay?
Why-oh why?
Didn't you comfort me?

I stand here in the rain,
Hoping you'd come in and save the day.
You couldn't have
Just stayed?

The circus-the circus
I can breathe it's air.
The circus-the circus.
I'll meet you there.
Why-oh why?
Did you take her instead?
Why-oh why?
Was it because I wasn't her?

I stand here in the rain.
Knowing you can't feel my
ballistic pain.
I know,we could never be together.
But that only makes your love so much better.

The circus-the circus

For the Fairest~For the Fairest~
(all)
For the fairest this will go.
A little glitter,a little snow.
To the fairest this will go.

(girl)
To the fairest in all the land,
His mother ruling over with a firm hand.
Sent a hunter to kill him dead,
Set a price on his pretty little head.

(boy)
To the fairest in all the land,
All the way to the forest he ran.
That hunter right behind him.
Posion-red,the axe was rimmed.

(girl)
For the fairest this will go.
A grave,all his own.
Set for him in the water,
By his mother,right beside his father.

(all)
The hunter was close,close enough to smell.
The fairest sure ran,ran from all Hell.
Blacks,greens,re

It's a theme songThe Theme Song

So the story I'm going to tell you
Is about these friends who save the day.
Not much about them,an accindent that made them cool.
Drop of a spell,hints of magic
One little sip,and voilla!Lives no longer tragic.

This where we stand for the trouble
Where the fun begins
And guess what?
What?
We're never gonna stop!

Never gonna the fun!(fun echox5)

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A Zombie's Ballad~

by ~BlakTideMaximum, Oct 5, 2012, 11:33:36 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

A Zombie's Ballad~

I run circus all from Hell...
The golden seats empty of distractions....
The lonely dirge my tearfull lullaby...
I sit here trapped in my everlasting enchantment...
A lovely price I pay for the many I've killed...
Lies and Lies and Lies I've told...
The truth of who I really am,laid of blood...
A crypt of golden thread my enternal resting place...
Yes,I sin for fun and kill for eats...
My rein never ending your pain...
I leave you with blood and tears...
And return to put you in your grave...
Beware my name....
(The Ringmaster!)
How it will bring the death of you...
Soon my curse and sins spell doom for you...
And all will know my name...
A child's innocence,the rain of blood...
Those who fight shall care for none...
My gleaming cage of love and lies...
Reeks with the stench of those who've died...
Under my ice-cold mutiny,darkness what's killing me...
But worry not my sweet children...
How those screams will be heard again...
I've come to rein a brand new age...
Where the floor is stained with blood and glowing cages...
And all my children,now you must run....
Because the night of terror has begun...
And guess what?
No one will survive,not even one.....

A Zombie's Ballad~by ~BlakTideMaximum

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Ha,I did this earlier and now I got to type it in class.It's pretty obvious who it's about.Think of it going slow genreally then creepy at the end.It's for a contest about zombies and I don't know if it counts cause it is about a certain zombie so oh well.It's still about a zombie.

Ringmaster(c)me!

~sparkyb1 Jan 20, 2013

Oh, I was envisioning it to be a slow one as well~
How'd the contest go?
Still an amazing job, man!

~BlakTideMaximum Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Didn't win,but it was fun.Thanks,hopefully if the week goes good the songs I wrote meight become real cuse we getting a band together.

~sparkyb1 Jan 21, 2013

Post the finished result, man!
You really need to~

~BlakTideMaximum Jan 21, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

We will soon.Trust me

~sparkyb1 Jan 21, 2013

Then I shall wait with bated breath~

~AntaresCr302 Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I fucking love it

~BlakTideMaximum Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank yoiuXD

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