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Only OwlsYou were afraid of crows and dark basements
But you loved me, a crow who lived in the basement
You grew me into something beautiful before you flew

I am black again now, withered, wanting, waiting
But I remember being a butterfly

Feb 20th.I’ve never liked the summer,

the heat stands on the pavement waving
like an old friend and the girls with freckles
all look like you;

their hair in thick braids down their backs
as they smoke their cigarettes and break my heart.

-You were an animal, wild as they come.

You tore into me tooth and claw
and left me bleeding on the mattress,

the blood of lovers and leavers
dark and dry beneath my own bright red.

Hands don't have to hurt, you know.There have been hands
in my bed at night again,

only I let them in
this time.

We loved in increments.Whisper-wisp,
we loved in falling leaves
and sunburnt skin,
Autumn rain and
the flooded river
bank that broke
your heart;

we loved
in increments
and then lost it
to the wind.

EpilogueAt your grave I said,
"I'll have someone to visit
regularly now."

Oh, EleonorDear, dear Eleonor,

we could've been an analogy;

skin to bones
ankles to soles
spine to limbs
teeth to lips
throat to tongue

heart to lungs...

but you were mad with fever;
a throat-borne disease
and swan neck fingers
and forget-me-not toes
held nothing more than the roots
beneath your paper-pressed wings-

and possibly the weeping of
a broken child.

a halo wrapped
around the finger of
a rebel stripped of her voice,
her chest constricting
the bittersweet taste of air.

[please,
an armor and a shell
cannot be the same thing,
and you can't be anything less
than the same person.]

young girl,
your bones aren't bones
yet, and no matter
how m

The scarlet letterit is found
on the shorelines of her neck,
the traces of forgotten words
l i n g e r i n g
on the edge of her collarbones.
her spine tastes the scent
of worn pages; the corpses of a story
left to gather dust in its funereal shrouds
& the stains of ink
tearing down papyrus bones
until the stars grow weary
for the hands trying to reach heaven...

the moon received it
like he received his craters;
an injury misplaced by meteor showers
that can never be removed
by gravity, and I apologized
for the disturbance-
my tongue couldn’t wrap itself
with the bodies of words
wanting to grasp
the fever of constellations

and it cannot hide the

Tombher heart stopped beating in the night,
the arteries holding it in place let go;
it drifted until it reached her womb
and calcified.

a tomb dedicated to the stone child of heaven.
she washed her flat abdomen with holy water
and anointed herself with balsam and oil.

a medusa after athena abandoned her, broken
in the sea.

I am a tiger.I am a tiger:
I camouflage myself in crowds
with fingerless gloves
and white headphones
pumping urban melodies.

I am a tiger:
I don't belong to concrete cities
or country pastures,
but to dark corners
and abandoned ruins.

I am a tiger:
I have stripes on my wrists
and am hunted for sport
by men with fragile egos,
sated by destruction.

I am a tiger,
endangered,
and my stripes have made me strong.

Cochineal and Beetle WingsI don’t love you
anymore.

I was going to lead up to this. Maybe claim
there was something caught in my throat
about beetle wings, cochineal – you know,
they make that stuff out of flight. Lipstick, I mean.
I mean the truth is

I can only smile like an inferno because
something else isn’t going to be flying away.
And I was going to say I’m sorry but I’m not.

I was going to lie to you like you needed me to,
but pray tell me how to grace through three weeks I hoped
for some kind(ness) of hurricane, so we could recalculate
in the aftermath, and nobody would blame me then for judging
that we came up empty.

Birthday celebrations.Twenty-three cigarettes
at midnight in honour of
the years you might have
lived,

but chose not to.

StoriesStories

Green pills, yellow pills, white pills. I wonder if they color code the pills to match the malady, green to soothe, yellow to wake, white to purify evil thoughts, black like ravens who peck and caw, Jezebel's bones, sodden red tulips, dogs lapping, tongues so black, black holes that like eating novas and girls like me that just happen to see the testifying of bricks. "Here someone was murdered", fickle neurons, scandalized hieroglyphs of blood, constellations of wolves such bloody tongued dogs.

"Open," the nurse says checking to see if I have swallowed her pills. I always do hoping such sacred behavior will loosen me of this place.

A suicide saved.I found her in the bathtub, once,
and as I hauled her out by her shivering
arms all I said was

"you look beautiful in red."

As though a compliment could somehow
lighten the mood.

My smileMy smile was once so easy,
a thing of joy and pride,
but over these years of darkness,
the ease has slowly died.

I find it's no longer truth,
but simply a lying mask.
It hides away the misery,
the hauntings of my past.

I refuse to look at pictures.
I see what others ignore.
The uneasiness of my smile.
How it has turned into a chore.

Will I ever truly smile,
with joy, pride, and truth,
or will I never know a smile?
Will it die with the rest of my youth?

Please, i wish to laugh,
to smile without a care,
but I'm not good enough for this,
and I guess that is fair.

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I'm a QuatrainI'm a poem of just 4 lines,
And according to my creator, I have to rhyme.
But I can be about anything, even rain,
If you can't already tell, I'm a quatrain.

CaffeineEvery sip I take,
Sounds more like a child's scream.
In this weather, their dreams dry along with the beans.
But still Mr. Barista, I need caffeine
So get me another cup.
Let's get another shot.
If I don't know about it, then I'm clean.
Right?

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.

MusicIt's all about imagery in the music industry,
I use to love it, so it's a real tragedy,
What happened to artistry and words that flowed elegantly?
The ones that float in you're mind like a boat at sea.
Nas said it best, Hip-Hop is dead.
But why stop there? Music is dead.
Too busy swaggering, but honestly, what are they blabbering?
Shallow thinking, no shame,
It's just rotting our brains.
Spitting the same lyrics again,
Kind of makes me want to throw up.
I'm sick of it.

FaceI've seen the two faces of reality,
The one looking out for you're safety,
The one looking out to kill me,

People will push you down,
People will break you're trust,
But you have to ignore the demon's sound.
Stand you're ground,
Don't fall,
Keep you're center, go straight.
You're goals are up ahead.
With faith you'll get by.
Keep faith and ignore all the lies.
People will pretend to be you're friend then turn away,
But just remember they're the one's who descend just wait for that one day.

I'm done trying to be clever,
I'm done trying to impress,
I write because I need to,
Poetry and music, it's what makes me.
From words

Just For FunI'm not putting cleaver puns, 'cause this is just for fun.
Kicking MCs in the tummy,
~yeah you better run.
Here's a copy of rapping for dummies.
As I said before this is just for fun 'cause I'm bored and it's funny. Sonny.
Writer's bock will never catch me,
My bottle of rhymes will never empty,
Writer's bock?
I'll be running around it until its asthmatic,
Writing rhymes in my dad's attic, and I'm still at it,
Writing fanatic.

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by ~xxdraxx, Feb 11, 2013, 5:35:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Haiku & Eastern

Don’t cry anymore
For the fighting is over
Except within us

Cryby ~xxdraxx

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Haiku & Eastern

A Senryu I wrote today. hooray~~

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~EquestrianGeneral Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Short, simple, and thought-provoking. I quite like this.

~xxdraxx Feb 25, 2013 Student Writer

Thaks, I really apprecaiate it! ^.^

~xxdraxx Feb 25, 2013 Student Writer

Thanks* typo...

~authorofthings Feb 12, 2013

nice

~xxdraxx Feb 25, 2013 Student Writer

Thanks!

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