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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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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 house on the hillUp on a hill there lived a house,
in that house lived an old man.

He had lived his long life
and had lived in that house his entire life.

He didn't have family
and stayed on the porch every day.

When the children would come
he would give out candy apples and sweets.

The children loved the nice old man
who lived on the hill.

Then the man on the hill
passed away and went to a better place.

The once great house,
faded from thoughts
as the town still grew below it.

Once shiny windows,
and flawless paint,
faded and became aged.

The garden once taken care of,
with wrinkled old hands,
became overcome with weeds.

The children

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

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.

The Real NightmareAs children we believed,
that monsters lived under our beds,
ready to gobble us up without a thought.

As young adults we believed,
that nightmares were nothing more
than just bad dreams,
that tugged at the edges of our consciousness,
and made us frightful of the dark.

Yet as adults we learn the truth
that nightmares are not just
monsters under the bed and bad dreams

As adults we know that,
nightmares exist.
They exist in people who are hurt
and people who maim and kill for fun.

So be afraid of the monsters under the bed,
be afraid of the dark and bad dreams,
for they are nothing compared,
to the real nightmare
of the tru

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.

Keep on DreamingThere are dreams in this world
Dreams of anything and everyone

Dreams are more than we believe
More than we actually dream

Dreams inspire
With a bit of faith
Dreams can become reality

Dream on, keep dreaming
You never know where those dreams may go.

Dreams change the world
Dreams can do anything

Dreams created the world
As everything that ever is, or was,
Began with a dream.

Keep on dreaming~

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It wasn't.

But China didn't know that yet. He thought that it was a day like any other, and one that needed no attention. Yet really it was a day that would forever remain engraved in his memory, one that no matter how hard he wished, would never go away.

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Stand aloneA girl stands,
Alone and weak

As insults rain down

Tears pour,
Across her rosy cheeks
Staining once pure skin

Slut

Whore

Bitch

Each word,
Is a knife to her heart.

You're worthless

Just kill yourself

No one would care

Silently she moves
Their taunting words
Haunting her every move

Where are you going?

Oh wait it doesn't matter

No one would love a bitch like you.

When she gets home,
Her mother doesn't ask
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And wishes for her life to end

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From her personal hell.

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Brave New WorldClose your eyes
To fight the demons in your mind

It's the moment of truth
The moment to live

In this scary
Brave new world

Fight for your rights
And what you believe in

Shake off your fears
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There's the crusades, the darkest period in his life.

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Sunflower Kisses

by =Oilux, Nov 11, 2012, 3:13:49 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

Sunflower 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 of that one line.

I like the sun.

Then I'll wrangle the sun,
all for you.

We laid in the suns warmth
of sunflower kisses
and the tickles of wheat instead of grass
and nothing else mattered in the world.

I love you.

I love you too.

Sunflower Kissesby =Oilux

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

For round one of #poetry-book's Scratch That contest.
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It's meant to be between two guys, but I don't think that I conveyed that to well....Any suggestions about how to make it better?
My boyfriend used that pick up line on me about the sun so you can all thank him for that because all I know are the nerdy fandom related ones.

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~LoWo Apr 29, 2013

"and nothing else mattered in the world." i love the love in this part

=Oilux May 1, 2013 Student Writer

That's my favorite line as well.

*Curlygurly222 Dec 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I love this

Its beautiful and you can really feel the emotion. Maybe add in some he said or says? I don't know if that will ruin this and its the most obvious way to make it known that you are talking about two guys but I'm not very creative when it comes to words:S

=Oilux Dec 12, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks so much! I'll try my best to maybe change it.

=Pryate Dec 10, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I truly appreciate your style. It's very modern.

=Oilux Dec 11, 2012 Student Writer

Oh wow really? That means so much to me!

~Neko-Chan199 Nov 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

AWW!!!!!!

=Oilux Nov 23, 2012 Student Writer

AW thanks for the cute icon

~Neko-Chan199 Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Welcome!^^

~HourglassOfLostTime Nov 16, 2012

Very sweet ^^

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