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The climbHe tied his boat among the rocks, and soon began to climb. Slowly, every so slowly, he went foot by foot, climbing away from shore and onto what should be called land, but really was nothing more than rocks.

When he tried to look above there was no grass of green. More and more rocks awaited our man, and still he climbed. The sun beat down, and clouds covered the top so our poor man could not see his destination, but still he climbed.

'It appears as though God has taken a day off today,' he thought to himself. And still he climbed up and up, even though the rocks were always coming.

When the stones cut into his palms, and the toes of his s

Paper ButterfliesA cut, a tear, a fold,
slice of color and a cut or two,
and another paper butterfly is born.

IV drips in the hand
keeping everything in place
while the cuts and tears and folds
keeps going on.

One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.

That's the number
she was told to make.

One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.
Until she can get a wish.
A nice nurse had told her so,
and shown her how to make them
but she had only made thirty out of the
one thousand, six hundred and sixty six
paper butterflies.

It seemed like such an impossible number
that one thousand six hundred and sixty six
but our patient needed that wish
just li

Victim of a John DoeDo you want to hear the story
of how I died?
I promise it won't be boring
so if you would
just take a seat, have a drink
and listen.

Past memories reach,
I met the most amazing man
who spun words of silver and gold
with a tongue more fine than silk.

He told me he could do no wrong
and I, young and foolish, believed him.

And when we went home,
his eyes shining with new excitement,
things were perfect.

Then it shattered.

Nothing more intense
than feeling my own blood
trickle down my body.

Cruciation
stares traveling down
blood spattered knife
a gaping wound

cries of shock
gleaming white smile
solid drops of blood
and

This is a poemThis is a poem.
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.

So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.

This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.

For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.

This is a poem,
full of words
and rhyme
and meter
and emotions
and love
and hope
and fear.

This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to

Through a gap in the fenceThrough a gap in the fence
they saw each other.

Drawings on the walls
for messages of love.

Images don't matter anymore
as words are the only thing
that can travel
through that gap in the fence.

Whispers of love
and no one else cares.

Still they have not seen each other
through the small gap in the fence,

But of course
all good things must end.

The gap was closed
and their love was lost.

As time erases
their love was lost
and the lovers who met
through a gap in the fence
never got to whisper
their sweet nothings to each other
through a gap in the fence again.

The Siren's Call.The Siren's Call.

Bright pink lips,
booty shorts,
a bikini top.

She gestures wildly,
beckoning every person
to have a dance with her.

Another drink goes down
and I'm pulled into her dance
where hips thrust wildly
and hands roam everywhere.

Yet when lips meet,
it's hollow and broken
sloppy and careless
no spark or real feelings.

I don't walk away
or even pull apart.
Our limbs mesh together more
and even though it's full of sweat
and nothing more than heat
I cannot bring myself to turn away.

This Siren has captured me,
and for the rest of the night
I'm hers.

Monster

Hiding under beds,
peeking through windows.

Chasing after young ones
never sleeping, ever going.

Never more than a step away
hot breath mingling in the air.

Menacing claws
and razor sharp teeth,

children wake at night
just to feel the
tug, tug, tug,
at the sheets.

Then the scratch
of claws against flesh.

Muffled screams go unnoticed and unanswered
as the dirty claws dig into skin.

One hand over the mouth of the innocent
and the other going to places it never should.

Then the monster leaves
and behind is a broken soul.

And no one ever knows
the trauma that the monster left behind.

HistoryThere are moments
that you wish never end

Then there are moments
that couldn't go by fast enough.

Through at the times we have seen
and all the lives we have lived.

Time seems to be
the one thing that never changes.

Time likes to repeat itself
going hour by hour, second by second.

They say, today is history
but tomorrow is a mystery.

History likes to repeat itself,
so maybe tomorrow isn't such a mystery.

Grow UpWhen I was young,
I knew a girl.
She was so warm and bright,
so I asked her that question
that all children must answer.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'

Her eyes lit up with joy
and she jumped with excitement.

'A dancer!
No, an astronaut!
Wait, President!
A scientist!
I'll be famous
and in movies!
My name
will be everywhere!'

She listed so many more
until she finally just smiled
and looked at me with eyes filled
with child-like wonder.

'I could be anything I wanted.'

Years and years later,
I saw the same girl again
but her eyes no longer
lit up with wonder.

I asked her,
'What did you end up being?'

She

DystopiaDirty water,
corrupted laughter,
cracked dreams,
and broken seams.

Cries in the night
as life becomes a fight
there's just no more light.

Men are trying,
women are running
children are crying
people are dying.

Let's go, he whispered.
I-It's dangerous, she stuttered.
But we can't just stay, they uttered.

Chaos roams the streets
and blood's on the ground like treats.

Dystopia never ends
as society bends.
Life shall be dystopia
and never a utopia.

The person everybody seesI want to scream
I want to cry
I want to kick and punch
And get rid of these emotions
Inside of me.

But I wont.

Because that ruins my image
Of a normal girl.

Outside is a normal
Happy, hyper girl.
Inside are all the
Emotions that I can't show.

I want to scream
And shout
And hit
And run away
And cry until I cant see

But I wont
Because you all
Wouldn't handle the real me.

The one who's bitchy
The one that's over sensitive
The one that doesn't listen
The one who hates everything

So leave me alone
So I can cry
And scream
And shout
So that I can be
The person
That no one else sees.

The Wishing TreeTraveling along a concrete road
until the pavement turned to grass
and the grass turned to dirt.

Just when the land turned barren and bland
an abandoned park stood rusty and proud.

Little Jessica walked along that dirt path
not minding the hot sun
or how her backpack got heavier with every step.

When she finally reached
that abandoned park
Little Jessica played in the slide
and swung on the swings
that creaked with every rock.

She bored soon and left
that barren park
going to the one sign of life
besides herself.

A sorrowful tree, with no leaves left
stood near that abandoned park.
Little Jessica, feet scuffing the dirt
w

The Envious MoonThe moon's envious glow,
is nothing more, than the suns bright rays
shinning back from a gray face.

The loneliest person in the world,
she can only reflect what others disperse
and never show her own light.

Sometimes though, she gets her desires
to change the light she reflects
and becomes orange or red.

It never lasts though.

She finds solace in her reflection
to know that she is actually there,
and to feed what little pride she has.

And the moon sits alone
never to have company.
Only her mournful shriek her only sound.

She can never be the one
who provides light and comfort.

The most she can do
is give off a little refle

DaddyDaddy,
aren't you proud of me?
Haven't I done enough Daddy?
Am I not your little girl?

Daddy,
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
but can you please come back?
I promise I'll do better.
I promise I can be perfect.

Daddy,
Don't you love me?
Look I drew you a picture,
will you come home now?

Daddy?
Where did you go?
Please come back.
Mommy says you don't care anymore
but I know it's not true.
It can't be true.

Daddy,
You don't even call anymore.
You said you loved me
and that I was your princess,
then why aren't you here?

Daddy,
Please come home.
I want my Daddy back.

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Through bottomless death

The permanent flight
To endless oblivion

Nothing to stop
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Gone in a flash
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For a second
It's just like flying

Then just like Icarus
The end is already there
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CuddleThe anglo-japanese alliance had happened decades ago, and Japan and England were still close. Well close wasn't really the word that England would wish to describe. Really England wished he could describe his relationship with Japan as an actual relationship, because that's what it was, a relationship. No one knew it besides the two, but now after decades of being together, even England was beginning to doubt their relationship.

It was raining one day while they were sitting together sipping tea and enjoying the sound of the rain hitting Japan's wooden roof. Pochi sat in between them, sleeping quietly and not making a sound. It was the calm

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"The representations of the sins? You're joking right?" Hailey asked warily, already knowing her answer.

"Joking, darling, I wouldn't joke about this," he answered back, looking as serious as he always had been. Hailey knew she wouldn't be able to get out of it, so she just nodded.

"Good. Remember the sins are wrath, envy, gluttony, pride, greed, sloth, and lust. You will not find representations of any of these sins, they will make themselves known to you," he said, all the while seeming to get closer to you. "This might hurt a bit," he said before he pressed one his long clawed finger at the juncture of Hailey's neck, where her neck merge

If tears left scarsSalt flavored tears fall
staining a delicate face.

She weeps and she doesn't know why
it's just what she needs to do.

Her tears do more than stain
her delicate face though.

They mar her skin
leaving its permanent mark.

You can cry all you want
and the next second,
just brush them away
as if nothing happened

Tears leave more
than just stains on skin
they leave scars.

Each tear
leaved its dark crack
on your heart.

If tears left scars
how marred
would your face be?

How marred
is your heart?

Goodbye P.17: Denmark and Norway"Norge can't we talk about this? Please!" Denmark was practically screaming at Norway almost on his knees with desperation. Norway didn't say anything though. He was too busy shoving all this belongings into a suitcase, not even bothering to fold them neatly like he would normally do.

"There's nothing you can do to change my mind, so just stop," Norway said emotionlessly, not even looking up.

"You can't leave to. Please Norway, Sweden and Finland won't talk to me, I don't know if I can take being alone," Denmark was on his knees now.

"Well you will."

Denmark watched the other pack in silence, wondering what he could possibly say to make t

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As the sun hit the earth, bursts of colors shot out through the air, staining the sky with their brightness. Red always came first, and it was always the last to be there. It reminded him of Ancient Rome, the first westerner he had met. They had traded silks, and always red because that was Rome's favorite color.

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Dwindling Days

by =Oilux, Nov 27, 2011, 9:25:19 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

In the blink of an eye

You're ten
Wanting to be thirteen

Now you're thirteen
Wanting to be eighteen

Today you're eighteen
Wanting to be twenty-one

The days slip by without your notice

Before you guess your thirty
Maybe married.
Family on the way.

'I still have plenty of time'
You laugh to me

Fifty years have have passed
Children grown up
Life half lived

'But now come the golden years'
You say

Seventy-five years come and gone
'Where did my life go?'
You say.

Days pass by without notice
And still time passes by.

Dwindling Daysby =Oilux

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

For

's weekly prompt of 'Dwindling Days'. I dont really like my poem that much, but I loved the prompt to much to let it pass by.

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~Reichieru-Uchiha Dec 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Reminds me a lot about the song "100 years" from Five For Fighting. Life might seem to have a lot of days in it but it can also be gone in an instant.

=Oilux Dec 26, 2011 Student Writer

Oooo I love that song.

And thank you.

~Reichieru-Uchiha Dec 27, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Welcome.

*TheFinalHikari Dec 2, 2011 Writer

Thank you for participating in our prompt at #Live-Love-Write!

Simple but each line rang with an almost haunting sense of truthfulness.

It's true that people too often take the time they have for granted and don't realize how much time they're losing until too many days have already dwindled.

Great work with this piece!

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Founder of #Writers--club, #LandoftheSky, and #Live-Love-Write

=Oilux Dec 2, 2011 Student Writer

Thanks you so much!

*TheFinalHikari Dec 10, 2011 Writer

You're welcome!

~KarasuMegami Nov 29, 2011 Student General Artist

This is wonderful

=Oilux Nov 29, 2011 Student Writer

Thank you!

~KillMyBleedingHeart Nov 28, 2011

^{Wow very good and very powerful. Makes me wish death won't come}

=Oilux Nov 29, 2011 Student Writer

I know how you feel.

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