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Waiting for a coach
that never came,
a ball gown
out of sackloth;
are not dependable
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
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
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
i got flowers oncei am lonely.
i received flowers once
and i placed them
in a vase til
the petals all browned
and turned to dust
on the glass of my bureau.
i have never gotten flowers since.
i spend my days
with a boy
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
feels the disenchantment
fall over his body,
all clean lines
and smooth shapes,
and realises that leaving
the worst thing
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,
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
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
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.
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
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,
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.
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
do you want that?
i knew better than to say it again.
ii. you're an estimated
fallacy, the perfect
you don't need to exist
for people to believe.
they make you real with
dancing tongues behind
of murmuring lips of
iii. of the rain,
i sang songs, whispering
prayers only you
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
So one day you would say that So one day you would say
that you were better than
How interesting when nothing
I say seems to affect you at all
the stars shoot across the sky
like diamonds shattering against a
So don't worry child...
These prayers have a plan for you
like the clock ticking towards midnight
Soon your destiny will be unfolded
Soon all will be told
and then you will wish
that nothing was brought down
an axe slicing through the arms
shattering the space between us
but it is a plan for us
to go all the way
deny the time we were told no
close your eyes and go forward
against the blades of fate
against the time of space
no one cares but the ways
If you believeIf you believed in the
fact I hated your guts...
Like the rivers flowing
through the desert...
You obviously don't know...
How much I claimed you as
How much I reach through
the computer to love you...
If you believed...
I would leave you...
Like how snow melts
under the sun
then turn away and
I am not someone
to do as such...
Do not compare me
to such fools...
Don't let me
Miss you tonight...
For no one understands...
None like you...
You see past
Look into my good...
So if you believe
I hate you..
That I wish you
Then go seek
For you obviously
Her lies and deceptionDo not believe the lies she spreads
Just cover your ears and cover your head...
Sometimes you need to look away...
And look around at all who stay...
She is evil and she will spit poison...
And put you in corrosion...
So who is this wicked lady of the north?
Why my mom of course...
Everyone takes what she says to be true...
She calls me an excuse...
Something that shouldn't be seen...
For no one can be me...
She wants her little monster to be hidden away...
Until the end of her days...
Well I am done and sick of this...
I am out of here I am done with this shit...
SO if you see her on the street...
Flip her off for me.
A star was bornNothin scares me anymore...
I can look someone in the eyes...
And keep them in suspense...
No one is better than me...
Not even the sun can outshine me....
The crystal diamonds it creates...
The natural beauty of it all...
That's what I have...
But even better...
I will never be afraid again...
The battles that I have fought...
I am still fighting them...
The day I die is when the battles stop...
But I still keep my chin high...
Let the water rush through me...
And intensity of a thousand horses...
As I open my eyes to the blinding sun...
I scoff show the sun who is boss...
And with that the world was driven into the dark...
For Those Who TalkPrologue:
Kero hadn't realized how obvious it was until it shined right in front of her face. Her fangs slowly slid out but still hidden behind her lips. Her prey wasn't too far ahead now. He smelled of alcohol... Usually she was picky but tonight... Well was different. She felt something was defiantly off about this man. When he looked at her she blinked in a dazed way. She caught notice the way his eyes were... The way they shined out of pure hatred and malice towards her... But how lovely they were. A beautiful violet. But she didn't know him... Right? Maybe she killed his brother, sister...Parent? Who knew. But he flashed a smile. She di
A person with regretsI hate it when you leave...
Leaving my heart to rust in the rain...
Missing your body close to mine...
You left for god knows what...
Shrieking alarms let me know...
Know that another one bites the dust...
Ashes to ashes...
And dust to dust...
I know what you do...
Slaying those that get in the way...
Stop lying to me that you don't...
But I stay by your side...
And I look at you...
A look that can kill a thousand angels...
Trying to be innocent...
But knowing damn well that I am not...
So I let them walk...
Let them talk...
Call me a preachers whore...
But we know the truth...
Truth that you're the killer...
And I'm just
Tears of fireA lot has been said...
A lot has been done...
I can't believe you think,
You're the only one...
We have all loved...
We have all lost...
Sometimes it is time,
Not completely but...
Only a moment...
Look back at others...
Seen what they have seen...
How much you hurt...
How much you blame...
Don't just shun away...
You broke my heart that day...
When you said no it's ok...
Leave it all behind...
I am trying hard not to cry...
With the light that fades...
As shadows sling my way...
And it all turns to grey...
The build my coffin...
Let me suffer...
Bury me alive...
And await for me to die...
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