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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

i got flowers oncei am lonely.
i received flowers once
and i placed them
in a vase til
the petals all browned
desiccated
and turned to dust
on the glass of my bureau.

i have never gotten flowers since.

i spend my days
with a boy
a man
whom i love far beyond reason
and he holds me in his arms
and holds me together.

i bite my nails
and pull my hair
over the moment when he
inevitably
feels the disenchantment
fall over his body,
all clean lines
and smooth shapes,
and realises that leaving
the worst thing
would be
the best thing.

i am lonely
and even with a hand to hold,
and even with a cloak of security
bunching around my shoulders
and hiding my thighs,
i feel

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

blood-red wine and skeleton jazz i.
the day you left,
your cobweb dress clung to you in ways
that i would dream about for years,
in hot, fevered nights
when the moon thought it might burst
in the sky,
and even the wind wailed your name.

ii.
i remember how you called make-up war paint,
and you drew it across your face like a message
i could never decipher;
i remember how i got goosebumps when i heard
your heels clicking across the floor at 3am
when you finally got home and slipped into bed;
i remember longing for you with every fiber of my being,
feeling separate from you even when our clothes lay on the floor
and your fingernails dug into my shoulders
and your toes curled

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

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Observations of the HeartObservations of the Heart

As those two are together I can plainly see
The way he looks are her and her at he
That he means the best and will treat her well
And that she will be treated like she should
I know the feelings of both and hope for the best
As they stand hand in hand I can easliy tell the rest
That she wouldn't rather be anywhere else then
His kiss makes sparks go off and fly around in her head
And hes in bliss by the mere touch of her hand
They are good together and and heres hoping it lasts
For my best friend whom has always been there for me
I will now be there and fully support you

ImmortalityImmortality

The light not seen, the truth not told
All the secrets hidden so far, so deep
The immortality to stay when gone for so long
To linger, to be here digging wounds so deep
Until the tears start to flow, the pain comes back
And the wounds so deep open again so fast
Then the flood starts from the back of my mind
Bringing forth things not thought of for so long
And memories so dear and beautiful to me
Though I tell myself your gone I know in my heart
That you will always be here with me, lingering in my soul

A Glimmer of HopeA Glimmer of Hope

All I've known, all I've seen, shattered in an instant
By the darkening glow of this downward spiral
Swirling around like an ever so constant tide
Continuing to suck everything into it's void
Until nothing is left but death and despair
Trying to claw my way out and not succum to the void
But finding it so hard to not just let go
Eventually the tide will start to weaken and lose its grip
But I dont know if I can hold on that long
Only time can tell what these days will hold
And whether or not all will be well
Until then I wait for the angel of dispair
To make its judgement and follow through
To judge how all t

Angel's TearsAngel's Tears

Every time it rains it feels like the angels cry
That all the sadness and grief start to pour out
What the world can't hold in, they shoulder
As if it's their own burden to carry all along
Until it becomes too much and they start to weep
And then they start to comsume it all over again
This process continuing all over again for them
Yet, when it rains it all seems so beautiful to see
The glistening drops expended from heaven so gently
We feel so much at peace, nothing wrong in the world
Then the rain clears signaling the end and beginning
Seeming like, in the end, we are always waiting
For the angels to start crying

Guiding LightGuiding Light

Your touch healed me when I felt broke
Your voice kept my fears at bay
Your love kept my heart from icing over
Like it has done so many times before
You showed me how much you really care
My broken heart you helped me heal
When I thought it would never heal again
You showed me love and care I didn't know existed
Until you shined like a light from out of the dark
And showed me the way back from despair
What you did for me I know want to do for you
Take my hand as a guiding light through your pain
And let me show you the way back to the light
My hand will forever be extended for you
And when you need it most I'll be

Always ThereAlways There

When your tears start to fall I'm there to catch them
When the day starts to darken I try to brighten it up
I'm always there if you need a shoulder to lean on
If you need to get something off your chest I'll listen
I love seeing you smile and watching your eyes shine
Though it might not be big I do all I can
To try to make your day better and make you happy
Even if that's only telling you that I'm here and I love you
I'll take in all the hurt, all the sorrow, all the pain and grief
So that a smile comes across your face once again
You once told me you were alone on this road of life
Then I came by and gave you someone

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Old Memories

by ~Reaper-of-Light, Nov 23, 2009, 9:01:22 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Old Memories

Wiping my memory clean, making me forget it all
Make everything slowly fade away into the darkness
Until it can be found no more, lost in the abyss
Then start everything anew, fresh and clean
But, though forgotten, the old memories always come back
Slowly breaking through until its too late
Then they start to creep back into my mind so subtle
Remembering all those thoughts, those sights, those memories
Glad they are not gone but it's always painful remembering
I guess that is what you would call a bittersweet sorrow
Memories so beautiful yet ever so painful
They will always be close to my heart no matter what
And though it hurts to think I always know
That those are some of the best memories of my life
Locked away forever in the fault of my mind
Always existing and thankful for the precious gift
That I will always carry with me to the end of my days

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~iJust-me Dec 2, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

cool
and as u can see now im not good at wrighting response so if my answer is like nice and its about ur really sad (yep i do wright like that) i meant nice to the wrighting/story/ the way u wright it all together ye so dont think i mean like nice that ur dad is gone (just made some thing up lol)

~Reaper-of-Light Dec 2, 2009

lol. its cool, i understand. But i thank you for the simple comments none the less. ^_^ and im not really good at writing responses either so its ok.

~iJust-me Dec 2, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

hehe ^^

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