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MakeupThe sinks water dribbles out
and forms a pool where the drain clogged
bubbles spill over the edge soaking the counter.

Scrubbing away the dirt of the day
trying to wipe away the memories of past
yet the makeup won’t come off the skin.

Black rivets dripping down in streams
mascara and eyeliner blurring dark circles
making raccoon circles around the eyes.

Rubbing into skin until vision blurs
the mirror reflects what is to be seen
a lonely girl with makeup that won’t come off.

Red lipstick is smeared on chin
and harsh soap turned pink and grey
the skin is gone turned brittle and dry.

Water balls and doesn’t form
nothing m

I'm a PoetI'm a poet.
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.

Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters

I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent

I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist

I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due

I am an artist,
but I don't always get tr

Ebony GirlFor when she enters the room of music
the people turn to stare at her in awe.

As the music plays without a hitch
she moves around and dances with grace.

The men trade and all night they dance
the light of candles casting great shadows.

The beauty of her is greater than all
coming forth when she dips low in elegance.

The men dance and the women envy
and the elegant girl has a mask of ink.

The calls of night are too great to hold
and she slips away when the music is gone.

Men disperse but women still talk
elegance of woman is nothing to be heard.

The girl is gone but the music still echoes
before tomorrow even dawn the rumors start.

Of

Does Death Hurt?Does death hurt?

When the knife digs into flesh
do you fall into your knees in pain
or simply in shock of motion?

When you slip away in the dark of sleep
does the dream still remain
as you travel to worlds unknown?

When the drugs hit your body
does your heart stop suddenly
or can you feel the imminent end?

When the noose slips tight
does your head feel heavy
and your limbs feel numb?

When the water rushes in
to the castle only of air
can you feel your breath cut off?

When the dirt piles over
and the air runs out
can you feel the choking?

So riddle me this,
oh master of death,
does it hurt to die?

RelicRoaring giants standing tall
Eternal beings they could still fall
Lifeless vitality
Inviting inhumanity
Clans of old that took their tolls

Sunflower KissesSunflower kisses dance across my skin
laying down in a field of wheat in the afternoon.
You appear almost out of nowhere
and lay down next to me as you were meant to be.

The sun hurts my eyes,
as I squint at the clouds and try to make shapes.
You stare at me and I try to think,
yet the more you stare the harder it is to ignore.

Do you want the sun?

The sun?

Ya, the sun.
Everyone gives the moon as a gift,
but to me, the only thing that can rival your charm
is the suns great shine,
and even then when you emerge outside
the suns grows dark and burnt.

You never were a poet
I couldn't help but laugh
at how long you probably spent
thinking

Moonlight PerfectionI'm writing this by moonlight - the eerie glow of a full moon, to be exact. I'm wondering if you remember how we marvelled at a full moon, promising to use it as a medium in which to speak to each other, even while separated by thousands of thousands of miles. Of course we wouldn't hear each other, we figured, but we'd always know. That's how love works.

I'm not sure if you've blocked out the memory or not. I am sure that you know which memory I speak of - we have many, but there's nothing quite as special as dancing at midnight at the foot of a swan-flocked pond, despite the absence of music. The swans watched us, and I swear that by the ti

AtticI went through the attic today
just to see the memories that lie.

Inside a box there was nothing
but cobwebs and fickle dust.

Yet in a corner of the room
there is the most beautiful memory,

photo albums of love
and presents from trips long ago.

I do not have to read the letters of love
for their words have long since been memorized.

A little stuffed lion
won at the circus,
shall sit in my lap
and remember along with me.

Never stitched in love this lion was,
but love was what it was meant to feel.

So as I sit and look,
from albums of old,
and presents from trips,
and letters of love,
and my lion in my lap,

I cry happy te

PendulumThe pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings

Click click click
the clock counts forward
simple five note tune
the hands striking forward

The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
gently hitting the sides

Midnight tolls the tune
Opheliac dreams capture all
chanting in time with
click and clack of the tolling clock

The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings

fantasy images
sandstorm desolation
loveless fixation
hopeless beings

The pendulum swings
back and forth,
back and forth,
the pendulum swings

Breathless awakening
ring and chime of tolling cloc

I Prayed For RainDear God,

I prayed for rain yesterday.
Rain to rinse the sprawling greens that lay across my home,
To wash the coats of the goats that graze there, so peacefully,
To clean the mildew from that rotting hut where the old man lives.
To cleanse my lips, for they are dirty with half-hearted lies.

I prayed for a warm, soft rain.
For a cold rain would make the grasses shiver and shrivel, and
the goats to mewl uncomfortably as they retreated into the darkness.
The old man would simply turn and hide in his aging hut of cold, cold stones.
And my lips? They would harden with the lies I coat them with.

I want a shower to dance in.
So the gras

The Machine"How's your goddamn math going to help us out of this now?" she practically spat the words onto the soft earth that they were talking across. Their feet sunk into the soil, making dirt cling to their shoes and stick into the ground as they traveled across.

"Shut up," Jamie spewed back. It was just a harmless experiment, one that he was trying to do by following a guideline that he normally ignored before. Instead of looking at his numbers, and thinking about what calmed him, he went on through with his experiment using his numbers in a whole new way that he hadn't tried before.

Many hours ago, that it almost seemed like an eon ago.

Hours o

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

My Hourglass FigureUnsure and stuttering
you ask me
ask for everything
ask for too much

I refuse to take your pleas
to look at those desperate eyes
overflowing with pent up emotion

Leave me be
watch your reflection bounce back at you from cold glass
I have no time left to give
that's what you want, isn't it?

My time
more time
time, time, time

The sand in my hollow body has just about run out
leaving me empty
with false hopes that I might be turned over
giving me a few more hours on the clock

I used to be a work of art
now only cracked glass
wishing less life was wasted clinging to falling sand

I can give you other chances
if you help me

F

December, love.You are December, glowing embers,
all that remains after we have burned
our first hellos and valentine's gifts,
after we have destroyed every kiss.

I think about you in decimal points,
in cardinal points, in pointillism,
in all the points I should have made
in my argument to get you to stay.

When did you become a snow-angel,
a snowball, a snowflake, a decorated
tree with a star on top, gingerbread?
I see you in everything this month.

I think about you in decibels, in decks
of cards, in days and decades, in decals,
in holiday decorations, in decisions I wish
we could go back and make differently.

I miss your ice sculpture

Empty Nestand as your sepia-saturated voice fades into the night

you will remember all those dreams you woke from,
weeping, for the conversations you'd never
have and the people you'd never get back

you will remember the flock of birds that used to
reside in your chest, pounding against your
ribcage, crying to be free (and you will try
to remember the day their wings went silent)

as you hear the leaves hum and the sky pulse,
you will try to fall into cadence with the steady
music of nature, but instead begin to believe you're just

an outlier.

you will tell yourself, in your needly, narcissistic
way: you are a falling star, a withering cel

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But I can't do enough.

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So why should I try?
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I'm a part of the wallpaper.

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I am myself
I am important.

And as I watch the trees
Sway gently in the breeze
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I should be seen
I am amazing

And that no matter what I do,
It wont be enough.

But it will be enough
For me
And the rest of the world.

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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.

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

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And shout
And hit
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Wouldn't handle the real me.

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Upon the pain
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To go back
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I wouldn't.

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'No'

'What can you believe in?'

'I'm Hellenic polytheist'

'What?'

'I believe in the Greek Gods'

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'I just don't'

'Its not real'

'What?'

'Those are just myths'

'And what do you think Christianity is?'

'The truth'

'My gods are real to me'

'They aren't real'

'Dude, are you serious? Religion is based on faith.'

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'No Christianity is based on the faith and trust that Jesus was real. Show me one piece of evidence that Jesus lived.'

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Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
Your childhood.
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The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
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I no longer rule the world

by =Oilux, Jan 16, 2013, 2:48:20 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Seems I no longer rule the world,
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.

When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.

And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.

They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.

Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.

The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my struggles heard around
till the silence reigned down.

But then the pointed
and screamed 'he will lead'
at the man who took my life
and I was left on the gallows alone.

For I no longer rule the world
and the dirt eats up my soul
the grains of time and age
make for one grievous grave.

I no longer rule the worldby =Oilux

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

So this was inspired by this song: [link] Seriously it is a great song please go and listen to it.

Update: Things changed and stanza's made clearer.

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=wdnest Jan 26, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks for the poem. I listened to the song, but I am not a fan of the music. I preferred your poem.

~MohamadKaaki Jan 17, 2013

Although I don't like to read a lot but this didn't make me bored! I really liked it! Great job

=Oilux Jan 17, 2013 Student Writer

Aww thank you!

~Emperor-WildRose Jan 16, 2013

I'd like to highlight the things I loved about this poem, as well as the aspects of it which I did not. Allow me to preface everything I am about to say with this: A review of any work of art, regardless of the medium used, is subjective in nature, and therefore, though I will strive for objectivity, I will ultimately only be expressing my opinion on this piece.
Now that we've got that cleared up, allow me to begin.

There exists within this poem, a total of eight stanzas. Of these, only one manages to remain consistent to the theme/atmosphere established via the predominant linguistic structure in the individual stanzas, which is archaic in nature (Though most words used within the poem are not archaic, the syntax, however, is.). I speak of the last stanza, which I happened to like; please don't change it

.

Allow me to illustrate the inconsistencies of the linguistic structure. I will use the signs, [], to indicate the lines which I believe could be improved upon:

Seems I no longer rule the world,
grains of life slipping through
1[the end of the time coming closer]
2[not even power able to hold it back.]

1-
The words "coming closer", are simply too mundane for this context. A reasonable alternative would have been the word "approaching", which also flows more naturally in speech

2-Conciseness is also essential in this format. simply saying "Power, unable to suppress it" would have sufficed.

To emphasize the point I will do the same with another stanza:

When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
1[but then the wars didn't end]
and the famine stayed in place.

1- "But there was no surcease of wars" perhaps would work better here (the use of the word 'then' is, I believe, unbefitting in an especial manner).

These recur throughout each stanza, and are my main quarrel with the poem. Overall a wonderful job, though!

=Oilux Jan 16, 2013 Student Writer

Oh my gosh thank you so much for this amazing feedback! I want you here for every single poem I write. I see exactly what you mean, I'm starting to fix my changes right away. I'm happy that you like my last stanza, it was the one I worked the hardest on.

~Emperor-WildRose Jan 16, 2013

No prob

. Though I can't do this for every single poem you write (high school is some tough sh#t, and I get plethoric amounts of homework), I can invest the time to critique your work every once in a while, if that is what you wish.

=Oilux Jan 17, 2013 Student Writer

Yes please! That would be great if you could do that

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