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Money, money, moneyMoney, money, money.

I laugh even though I don't find it funny.
How stressed I am because of my lack of money.

How much my life actually depends upon it.
How much the fate of my future actually rests upon it.
How easily you can lose friends because of the lust for it.
How friends can become enemies just because of the hunt for it.
My stress levels increase to the point where I have had enough of it.
I bury my woeful head because I know it is impossible to run from it.
Although I will always need money, I will never have any love for it.

Without money would there be such a thing as rich and poor?
Will the streets still be filled wit

Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.

I thrive and depend on your compliments

And it is only then as a direct consequence,

Am I truly able to write with confidence.

Even though your words are only temporary.

I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,

In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.

My own validation depends on your approval.

Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.

Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.

Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?

When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?

How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?

Of a craft and skill I still think any

A Letter to No OneThe clock ticked against silence,
Upon the cemetery of a room.
Deep sighs weave through the air,
Meager warmth in compressed despair.

Moths fall prey to a musty lampshade,
An opened window to Night’s gloom.
Thoughts dance like ripples on water,
And clouds on the hiding moon.

A lullaby plays from the gentle sound,
Made by scratching pen on paper.
One story told too many times,
Is voiced from words created.

Though this time revived from lies,
A phoenix forms the ugly truth.
The pen rolls from the wooden desk,
Having served its final use.

Old dusty dolls and teddy bears,
Watched helplessly through glassy eyes.
No star showed to twinkl

Breaking NewsBreaking News.

That's somebody's mother.

Who was beaten and raped by another

Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.

Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.

Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.

That's somebody's daughter.

Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.

By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.

Super heros do not exist in this reality.

Does that mean this world is not worth saving?

That's somebody's father.

Who was shot by another individual who would rather

Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.

The things humans can do to each other.

No

SurvivalSurvival.

Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.

Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.

We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.

We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.

We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w

SkinI watch,
I touch,
and I understand.
I taste stress in your sweat,
tension stretched on the surface,
so visible
in the landscape of your
back.
I feel
knots in your muscles,
like pearls under
satin.
I'll untie the ropes
and kiss the blank
red ribbons
of your broad brow
and I'll write
you letters
on my chest,
things like silver lies
and soft secrets,
and wires of frigid truth
because the truth is
my very
skin
demands you.
so kiss me back,
strike a pose,
be a body
and let our bodies
juxtapose like slow jazz
and your fragile ears.
take a deep breath
of me and
exhale yourself
as you tell your
aching body
that I miss it too

ObsoleteObsolete.

Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.

But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.

Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,

As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.

So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.

Just remember this world,

This univ

Reflected InspectionReflected Inspection

Here I am again examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.

Fondling my fat wishing I could trim it down with a pair of scissors.

Relentlessly poking, prodding and picking at my face.

Leaving behind nothing but a black, coarse and scabby trace.

Furiously patting down my cheeks begging them to be smaller.

Standing on the edge of my toes willfully imagining that I am taller.

Folding my ears inwards commanding them to decrease in size.

Hysterically trying to find the beauty they said existed in my eyes.

Scrutinizing my nose using my hands to mould it into my desired shape.

Impatiently withdrawing my stomach to wo

ArtArt.

Imagine...

The world is your canvas.

Society is your paint brush.

The people are your choice of colours.

What kind of picture would you paint?

How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?

Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?

Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?

I ask because every portrait I create,

Is inspired by what is already in front of me.

So is it possible to even recreate,

Anything that the mind is not able to see.

The picture will always be the same

Because this life is all we know.

Where there is compassion there must be pain

Because it us who made

ParanoiaI running in the twilight,
Before the light is devoured by the night,
I have to get away.
I look behind me.
He's trying to kill me
I have to get away,
This is judgment day.
Is he a vampire or a werewolf?
A ghost looking for a host?
Even my breath escapes from me.
I can't run anymore it seems.
I feel I need caffeine,
Hopefully my mind will
Race away from the scene.
But it seems I've been running from my shadow.
A movie is a movie.

PerfectionPerfection.

She lodges her fingers down her throat.

Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.

She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.

Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.

She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously

As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.

Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,

With her hand covering the image in the mirror.

Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.

She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.

She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.

Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.

She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.

Re

Blue Lotus

Coming up from Aswan with his catch,
he tacks the course of his dhow
along the Nile of her dark eyes,
her long hair,
the narcotic of blue water lilies,

her lotus pose facing both
the rising, and the setting sun,

the young fisherman begs to know
as he sings upward with his might
and his desire, into the sail
that catches the crosswind--

What is your name, scented one,
in the smoke that rises
from the shores of the cataracts,
where I bring to you my bounty!

He peers into the azure above,
waiting for her answer to fill his sail,
calling out once more as his teeth gleam--
Ma huwa 'ismuki?

I'm A GhostI'm not trying to creep you out or anything,
But I'm a ghost.
When I'm on the phone, I don't say a thing, I just breathe heavily.
And I have to say, I sound heavenly.
It's like I'm singing a symphony, a monotone melody.
But they never answer…it's 'cause I'm a ghost, but I just want to talk, see?

I'm not trying to creep you out or anything,
It just happens 'cause I'm a ghost,
When I run a race there's no point running with haste.
'Cause they run 30% faster when they see my face.
I'm a ghost so the police are always on my case,
Everyday, I'm tangled in an endless car chase.
Everyone hates me 'cause I once cheated in a maze race

As I Watched Her WalkAs I watched her walk
Like a swan swims,
I began to wonder if
Any of it were real.

I mean, her limbs moved so
Flawlessly,
Her face changed so
Readily
Into a smile,
Her body enough to lure
A unicorn from
Imagination's shadows.

As I watched her walk,
I noticed she was set apart
From all the rest.
She was sacred, and she was

Waiting.

But here I was,
Damned to eternal wanderlust,
And I could no more reach her
Than I could stretch across
The widening chasm between
Here and There.

As I watched her walk,
I yearned,
And she turned her head
- Our eyes met.

I dissipated into bliss actualised:
I was free for the first time.

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leave this all behind,
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who said this was for cowards only?
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You soiled my beliefs,
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and the air went far below zero,
I'm the one who needs saving, said the hero,
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tears pour from the heavens,

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The Girl in the sky

High up in the heavens,
rests a young girl with white wings,
she watches over us,
flocking her elegance across the sky,
her hair flows down to her hips,
like silk catching to the wind,

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she was alone in this world,
tears fell from her angelic eyes,
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washing away our innocence,
washing away our sin,

she goes through endless dreams,
it was the happiest of it's kind,
it was the sadest of it's kind,
it was the brightest,
it was the darkest,
she could not awaken,
and on the final dream,
she would be gone,

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no one hated her,
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I love you and goodbye(What does love mean?)
The Gods themselves use to pray for us,
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dreaming of the time when we were kids,
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What is it I had faith in until now?
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Chasing California

by ~xxdraxx, Nov 11, 2012, 1:47:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Urban & Spoken Word

I'm not lying when I say I suck at poetry,
I have no sense of metaphors or similes.
Don't care about punctuation, I skip my apostrophes.
I do this 'cause my parents told me I should write a symphony.
They said,
"You should make a map, of where you want to go, and never look back."
I took that advice; I said I wanted to write.
So here I am, am I'm doing it right?
My targets in sight.
I'm no lyrical genius
But I'm never losing the fight.

I'll never quit ELA, until my hair's grey.
I rather fade away than to have been lit for a day.
Life's a game, and we all want to make the hall of fame.
But is the grass really green-er on the other side?
Is it really possible for all of us to fly?

I want to do this for a living but I'm scared.
I'm talking a hurricane Sandy type fear.
It's not just a passing wave,
I'm afraid
To have "Broke as Hell" on my grave.
But if I become a doctor, I'm going to pick up a razor.
I want time to stop for a moment,
I'll hit it with a taser.
I need a moment to think,
I realize this poem is going no where and probably stinks.
But I'll still be chasing California even if I end up in the Sahara.
I'll see you on at the top.
Sayonara.

Chasing Californiaby ~xxdraxx

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Urban & Spoken Word

A poem about chasing dreams. Keep chasing california, never settle.

Critique by ~Jazy2kool Nov 12, 2012, 5:16:58 PM

Its a great poem, but seems kind of forced though, there where parts that i really loved and there where parts that seemed like they where forced to be there like you needed a sentence to fit that spot so you just tried to come up with somthing that kinda fit the concept like a kindasortamaybe sentence. There was also some that confused me like you where talking about not caring about grammar and punctuation, yet it was perfect. If that was the point you should try to rewrite it so the reader makes more sense of your direction. Other than that it was very nice.

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Critique by ~LadyKuroKasai Nov 11, 2012, 2:40:10 PM

Well, I believe that this poem was well thought out, yet I feel as if it still managed to be meaningful, which is hard for many writers. I have a bit of a problem following the rhyme scheme, though I can see that there is one. I can tell that this poem was obviously written from the heart and about something that pertains to you, which always makes a poem stronger. One line in this poem really struck me. "But I'll still be chasing California even if I end up in the Sahara." This line was written perfectly. And while you say that you "have no sense of metaphors or similes", this poem proves you wrong. Overall, I truly enjoyed this poem and look forward to seeing more writing from you. ^^

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~starell Nov 16, 2012

Absolutely marvelous! I adore your poem and your message and can relate so very well!

~xxdraxx Nov 17, 2012 Student Writer

thanks! ^.^

~starell Nov 17, 2012

welcome!

*SpiritDuchess Nov 16, 2012

never seattle?

~xxdraxx Nov 16, 2012 Student Writer

HAHA yes 'cause we all know seattle sucks xP

*Hfeather53 Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm on board with winterkate, couldn't have said it better.

~nocoolnamesavailible Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I like this! There are a few rough parts, but for the most part I find it SUPER good. Kind of reminds me of rap lyrics? Which is a good thing. >:3 Good rap lyrics. Nice~

~xxdraxx Nov 12, 2012 Student Writer

I listen to a lot of indie hiphop and spoken word itself is almost like...a capella rap in some cases

so yeah, hiphop-type lyricism really influences me as a writer xP Not to say I don't have influences outside that hemisphere. xP

~nocoolnamesavailible Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Makes sense!

I've always wanted to hear spoken word, but I never got the chance. -shrug- sounds cool though.

I'm proud that I called it. :3 It's a good piece!

~xxdraxx Nov 15, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks man! If you don't get a chance to witness spoken word live, there's tons of videos on say, youtube, with spoken word poets, great ones at that, performing.

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