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XXXXXEven now,
part of me
(my hands)
want to
pull out
that glass
she lodged
in her neck.

Pull it out
and drop it
into pieces,
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.

Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
(my chest)
is not afraid
of demons.

It is far less
dangerous
than girls with
haphazard knives
and other
monsters.

AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
neither the Sun nor the Moon no longer
ache to see me fly in their luster.

Chasing Butterflies

I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.

I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.

I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.

There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...

A Rebel's BloodI lived on hollow promises and
dreams as thin as mist.

And kings and lords
who offer gold
in return for my head.

Through the Golden Palace Gates
I'm met with oaths, made to be broken.
I'm met with lies and truths, unspoken.
I'm met with eyes that have seen what I
never dreamed of seeing.
And eyes of crying, blind, fresh beings.
I'm met with suffocated desires.
I'm met with raging hateful fires.

There's a masked man who was paid
a few million pieces to chop my head.
He raises a sword. All what there ever was fades.

I shut my eyes...
I breathe.

on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
apology.

i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.

you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

HollowHollow
Is her chest.

She feels around for emotions;
Sadness and anger is what she has mastered the best.

World moves around her
In top-speed rate,

While she stands still or get maneuvered around
Like a dense grey stone in the rapids of fate.

Erosion shapes her outsides
As a rough unapproachable being;

It builds up the pressure inside
Where she's really quite more softer than what you're seeing.

But don't expect for there to be a heart,
It's already shattered to pieces and is reformed from charred coals;

Even now and again it is crumbling apart;
Life has filled it with so many holes....

Hollow
Is her chest.

She feels no emotion,
Exce

EqualityEquality

Today my rainbow flag
Stands proud next to
The American flag.

Today my flag is counted
Equal. Represents equality
To our nation.

Today the rainbow flag
Represents the gay
Community not as a

Separate any longer
But as a whole. As
My state Minnesota
Legalizes gay marriage.

On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said,
shaking her head.

BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind

Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
Young haters,
Young liars,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.

Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it a

Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

Evolution of life

child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape

we evolve to finish in the matrix

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to be both happy
and successful?

No. Effort is consistently taken
and still, success is not within my
grasp yet.

I'm not like all the other kids.

I feel like...

So bored...

I feel the need
to submit to my brethren
out of boredom
and need
for some talking
or some hypnotizing fun...

...anything to relieve...

the boredom I feel right now...

what a day...for both of us.

what a tough day
for both of us
and as soon as I can
I'll send her the reply letter.

Wreck-it wasn't
as good as I thought
it'd be

and I spent 6 dollars
to have my eyes bleed out

plus, my gal's birthday
wasn't a happy one...

...and if I had to spend all day
doing something--it'd be cheering her up.

my babyMy sweet
sweet girl
all alone...

...but I know...

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forever and ever...

I'm tired,
but then again...

I'm really not.

AUTOmatic guilt

Why is it my fault that she left (if she did?)
Because I spent weeks, if not a few months babysitting her.
She should at least be semi-grateful I didn't leave her
alone with no girlfriends.

And all the lonely hearts out there whining
about how I didn't help her out...

Ask her if I did, then pin the "I'm so damn selfish" card.

I'm not ignoring her,
I'm not ignoring you.

I'm not trying to be a soulless piece
of garbage here.

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Girls

by ~CeliaMae17, Aug 8, 2012, 7:06:13 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Some girls are frisky
some are rude
others are evil
some are pure sweetness
If only I could find myself a girl...

Girlsby ~CeliaMae17

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~CeliaMae17

a poem about girls...I'll edit it later...

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~Jadeum Aug 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You speak the truth! God, woman are hard -.-

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~CeliaMae17 Aug 8, 2012 Student Writer

Yup...

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~Jadeum Aug 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

join the club, of the frustrated sweetie, we have cookies!

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~CeliaMae17 Aug 8, 2012 Student Writer

Cookies? -hugs and takes one-

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~Jadeum Aug 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

*hugs* so you're lookin for a girl?

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~CeliaMae17 Aug 8, 2012 Student Writer

Yup...

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~Jadeum Aug 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

*sigh* any you actually have plans on?

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~CeliaMae17 Aug 8, 2012 Student Writer

There's always [link] her, but I only saw her once...or, I could just screw it and join the Lonely Hearts Club. *hugs* I'm sorry you have to deal with this...really, I am.

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~One-That-Never-Was Aug 8, 2012 Student General Artist

Girls are icky, but I am blessed,
I prefer a man's caress,
So have your girl, you have her pet,
Except you haven't found her yet.

I'd like a man with hair of gold,
To keep me warm in the bitter cold,
I want a man to hug and kiss,
Have a problem with that Miss?

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~CeliaMae17 Aug 8, 2012 Student Writer

No...

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