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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.

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

AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Saturn & Venus,
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.

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.)

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

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

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these words will fall shorti. i can't explain
what i don't know

but when i'm finally
certain of something,

my voice is so rusty
from lack of usage

that you can barely
pick the words off

my dusty tongue

ii. you know when
you really want
to express this
idea, but you
don't really
know how
and it's
just
like
…
yeah,
you know
what i'm saying?

iii. guess not, but you do know that
if you really don't get it

you could just nod and smile
like everyone else does

right?

iv. okay, why are you still listening
if you don't understand anything
i'm
(almost)
saying?

v. is it the dialect?
because i speak the one
used in my head

it's fairly u

snow at nightthe sky is orange, light reflecting off snow
reflecting off clouds reflecting off snow
removal trucks, cleaning the roads and
the highways and the bridges but not
the driveways which you'll have to
handle in the morning even as your
radio reminds you that there's no reason
to be late for work because we beat
the weather and kicked the snowstorm
out of the streets and into your homes.

obliviousyou always were useless during a crisis
because you never noticed anything
or at least pretended not to

but that's okay,
because we've all learned
to handle things without you

one day, something big will happen

and you'll open your eyes to
what's left of us, trudging
through radioactive ruins or
exterminating the last of
a mutant zombie parasite
with makeshift weapons and
sad excuses for protection

if i'm still there, you'll turn to me
and ask, with your sheepish grin,
"hey, what'd i miss?"

and i'll look up from my work,
recognize you, and say, "darling,
you slept through the apocalypse.
it was the most horrifying thing,

fireworksdreams etched in sulphur rockets
are splattered across the grand canvas overhead
in a pallet of bright colours

flare, flare,
but you will never be a real star
you are loud, you are breath-taking
but you are still one earth-born;
the celestials bodies look down
from their noble thrones and
scoff at your childish displays

as you spiral upwards
in a mad ascent
into darkness,
without fear,
without pause,
just to be higher
than all the rest

and die
with the whole world
watching

2012I haven't bought a calendar for the next year; none of the stores are selling any. None of the stores are even open anyway, at least not for business. But their doors have been forced to yield, their shelves ransacked, and then the overturned building either abandoned or used for shelter.

My current calendar sits on the wall, haphazardly dangling from a single tack, under newspaper articles with roughly-cut edges and huge headlines. The squares representing past days have been eaten by ambitious 'X's marked in red sharpie. Still more hastily-written articles and eye-catching snapshots adorn the rest of the space, covering the paint from view

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by ~ToaAkatsuki, Aug 26, 2009, 8:19:20 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

morning

i wake with dreams
smuggled from slumber;
they are many in my arms,
each humming a different tune,
enchanting in their own
mutually-exclusive ways,
i know i cannot have all of them
but i ask time to flow slowly
so that i may listen to as many as i can

afternoon

i am in the present; i am doing
what i feel needs to be done
lost in these tasks, the future seems
seeded with promises of similar days
of life and productivity, laced with
personal progress and emotional satisfaction
i thank time for this comfortable pace
because everything feels alright

evening

i feel the energy ebbing away
from my body with my morale;
stopped moving, the seeds cannot
come to life without water, and
the future freezes over into an
empty canvas of meaningless infinity
as frustration takes hold, tailed by anxiety,
i conclude that no matter what i do every day,
the sun will set all the same and nothing
of real value will have been accomplished,
knowing i will remain unfulfilled,
i urge time to speed the hell up,
so that i may at the very least
go out with a bang

temporal inconsistenciesby ~ToaAkatsuki

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

..no, it's not even really meant to be a metaphor: my attitude really does vary this much throughout the span of a day.

huh. no WONDER why all the angst comes out at night. xD

i know it sucks. i just felt the need to write it.

*Pieces-Of-My-Heart Aug 30, 2009

I can totally relate... very well said!

~ToaAkatsuki Aug 30, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Really? So I guess it isn't that uncommon to shift through so many moods for no reason other than time of day! xD

Thank you!

*Pieces-Of-My-Heart Aug 30, 2009

Well I'm not sure... being tired definitely brings you down but in my case I have chronic fatigue syndrome and am really sick with it

When I have a bit of energy (which never lasts very long) I have plans to do so many things and feel enthusiastic but then the illness kind of closes over me again and I feel really tired and sick and have to lie down and my mood goes down with my energy and I feel like I'm never going to achieve anything and what's the point of even trying... but I really did relate to your mood switches in your poem as it happens to me constantly even though I try very hard to work on my self talk and try not to let it get to me

~ToaAkatsuki Aug 30, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Ahh, I see. Well, that makes sense.

The poem's really about not getting all you want to done. xD

~ItsxMagik Aug 29, 2009

_{This does not suck. I really like it, and can relate to it. Very nice work. (:}

~ToaAkatsuki Aug 29, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you!

~ItsxMagik Aug 29, 2009

_{You're welcome (:}

~xxbellaxxswanxx Aug 27, 2009 Student

Ooh, I really like the way this is written.

~ToaAkatsuki Aug 27, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you.

=HillsOfMyst Aug 26, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

i like the morning.
it's all snuggly and warm and stuff

i like the rest too, of course, but morning the best

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