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torsosmy symbiote vents
invective shapes that
don't count
implant that silver
spoon of yours of
shining stars these
impressions not indelible
though damn near

I'll control the flow
in and out and
into you, screwy
doctor flurry
of inactivity
a talisman
against sight I could
press this button and
reactivate it I
could yell
so loud
it smashes us to pieces

and round and round
and round I'd go,
going
and glowing

MotherLook to your children
See the job you've done
One of them is trembling
The other one has gone

Advice from the sun not forthcomingGo out, child,
and let them in your hair.

Now I'm not quite -
godlike,
wanted as badly as a child
who should have burnt
their fingers in pastured sin -
homesick,
bred in the curve of flesh
for a place that's never been
a certain disappearing word
but now -

Don't deny acts to
the day, unmare,
walked along a run,
beached like an yolk,
on an iron cast spoon,

thrown up in salt air.

Storm Lightning
Fast
Bright
Crying
Screaming

Thunder
Sl ow
Thoughtful
Boom ing
Yelling

Together they make the rain,
That brings life to the land.

Together they bring the sto

oh spaceoh space I spot in you
suns
slow explosions

build bomb-shelter
underground where it's at

I had coin
that was mine
I had plants
they withered

my mother skull
I look
inside

I wipe my tears
there's no such thing

it sounds it is
as if
the gods were
mad at us
it's set
it's

small animals
in laboratories

it's spelled wrong

I could not find
where else
or the spine

Pool Of WonderWhy is it that I still come to her aid?
Why is it that I still do things for her and she doesn't recognize it?
Why do I still try to show her things that I know but she sees it as nonsense?
Why do I put up with her?

I lend her something of mine and she insults it by calling it "Ugly". Something that is artistic.
She thinks that what she says is true but she can't prove it just by what she sees.
I tell her my side of the story, yet it is like talking to a wall.

She doesn't listen to me nor understand me. I speak clearly and explain, but she still glares at me.
I don't know what else to do but to keep trying to make her understand. There is

ExpectationsTonight is the great night!
Tonight Vicki will finally return!
He promised to get it for me.
A replica of the awesomest weapon ever!
Only a few minutes left.
Oh this is so exciting!
A real replica of the famous Kyle!
The sword wielded by you, the White Warrior!
I have all your posters, trading cards,
And even a blood sample of all your victims!
Cozly I'm also wearing the original 4-V-Costume.
Made of 100% elven leather!
The only thing missing now is Kyle!
When I have him I can be just like you,
Move like you, fight like you!
Dance, crush and slash!
Oh I wish I could hold Kyle in my hands right now!
His ebony grip and blade forged of the fines

Dear motherI will leave you now.
Don't cry, cause the sun will be clouded if it finds out.

I will find my way so,
Don't guide me cause the ravens won't let you do that.

I will be safe
So don't worry about me, cause you and sis will inspire me to continue
But..

If you cry

If you guide me

If this is still worrying you.

I will be there so you can cry on my shoulder
I will let you guide me
I will call you every time I cry

Because I love you.

Melt Me DownA quiet sigh echos
because I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
I am not what you expected,
and you do not like surprises.
So you heave a sigh and
you pretend you aren't impatient,
resentful,
that you do not wish
that I had been someone else.
That you had been able to chose who I would be
before I could ruin myself
the way that I have.
You pretend that you do not wish
that you could reshape me,
melt me down and reforge me,
tear me down and rebuild me
in your own design
regardless of how I would feel about it.
You do not understand,
you do not want to.
You try,
you try and try and try,
but I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
You pretend that it is not true
that I no longer make you proud.
And it isn't-
I never did,
so i cannot stop.
And you wish it wasn't so,
you wish you could change me,
but you can't,
and even as you try,
disregarding all possibility,
I am fighting you every step of the way.
You are trying to melt me down and reforge me,
trying to tear me down and rebuild me,
and

On the ContraryShould I be sorry for hurting you?
I knew it was the wrong thing to do
I'm the one you fall onto
Not the one who pushes you to the edge
After all
I'm your perfect one
I didn't lie on the floor
Of the apartment hall
Taking the seed of an illegitimate child
I didn't swallow the cancer at age fourteen
I didn't crush up the fine white crystals
And send myself into oblivion
I wasn't the one who
Took a hand to your throat
Fists to your ribs
Knife to your heart
I just lived a thousand miles away
Under the roof of the scum that dared
To look down upon you
To see you for who you really were all along
With all the vile rottenness
You desperately tried

things on fireblurred out who
saw smashing
blonde of
irritation melding
with the space surrounding
I
deserve it

if I could I would
stop
stop
stopping
to see something
happen
a voyeur a luminant
tangle of wires
computations
that come through so garbled
as to be unintelligible still

it'll do / I'll do
/ things on fire
I'll try to spell my name
and figure out
my age

I'm unsure

how much I've held
or hold
or how to loosen
my grip

LearningMy son troubles his teachers
Because he thinks too quickly
In lightning strokes of understanding
Leaping ahead
Impatient
Ideas are symbols, ever changing
Concepts dance, recombine
Body and mind
Moving, moving
No time to write
Catching words
Pinning them painfully to the page
In cursive strokes?
No.
He would rather run
Fight
Laugh
Leap
Thoughts move too fast to capture
On a static page

My daughter troubles her teachers
Because she leaves the classroom
Her body stays quietly
But she has gone to the moon
Or across the street
Or into the body of a bird in flight
Words trouble her
They shift and tumble
Senseless, disorderly
Pictures, movies, soun

Painend The creepypasta

I must tell you, frankly, buy the new Pokemon Black game online, has been the worst decision of my life. You will soon understand why.

A couple of months ago, I made this mistake: I got my Pokémon Black game, buying it online ... Here it all started.

One morning after breakfast, the postman knocked on my door. I knew exactly what was coming, they had been waiting for his arrival for about three weeks. Infinite patience I had to get the precious (precious, I thought so at first) game, was rewarded at last. I opened the door, I signed papers and got my package. Since that time felt, at the same time the joy of having it, an ominous fee

Friends of MineI'm always there for you all,
I will be there to catch your fall,
We laugh and play in loving ways,
Thinking "God, aren't these the days!"

If you're there crying all night,
I'll comfort you with all my might,
If you want, I'll let you be,
Because you all mean too much to me.

Don't ever think that you're alone,
I'm still right here, pick up the phone!
Even if we met online,
This still counts, you're friends of mine.

I will forever calm you in distress,
You guys sad is just a mess.
Let us hug, love and joke around,
Let our joy soar and never ground.

Never forget this poem to you,
These words I hope, you'll never lose.
I wish there was more

I love you daddy.I have thought about a lot of things

Lot of things on my minor mind.
Obviously some serious stuff.
vastly they are, become so unlined
easily in frustration I rebuff.

Yes, this hardness is kind of silly
oddly they are harshly hard to say.
unused but still they don't lie stilly

Daily these words are truly there
ablazingly they are my blissfulness
deeply I am absurdly aware
Doubtly? No, I do not have to guess
"You are my fantastic father"

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my father

by ~BeautifulWinter, Aug 29, 2012, 12:56:46 PM
Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

I've held his hand my entire life
and he held on to me
always knowing the right words
always knowing the right way

but his grip loosened
yet I, the rebel
held tighter

He slowly stopped saying the right words
He slowly stopped showing the way

Suddenly he looked older
more tired
and I don't need his words
I don't need his guidance

But if I'd ever need it
I know

he'll always hold out his hand for me