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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;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.

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.

Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude

False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.
Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!
Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moon
then sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doom
would befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be
I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,
trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.
Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!
They all represen

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming arms of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment I didn't hear you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
Just barely
I was loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along

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...

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.

ArrheniusThe birds are
keeping to themselves
this evening
as the earth shifts
slightly-
ever so calmly
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have
to move).

Here and there, I
witness these
beautiful strangers
with perfect bodies
and long hair
walking down the road
in tightly knitted packs.
They are animals
like we are animals-
like we are
animals without
claws and fur,
with scratches on our
skin that yields to
fragile and
familiar hands.

The winds respond
as quiet birds rush
from telephone wires
in panic and
in beauty; she
tries to brush the hair
dancing circles in her eyes
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have to move).

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

False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.

Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!

Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

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.

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.)

HumanDear Hypocrite,

What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.

Dear Coward,

Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.

Dear Liar,

What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.

Dear Human,

What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.

Lovers and assassinsNight
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Green LightI found an escape in you
all the walls are falling down
and the pictures are torn apart

Winding roads and a chest full of secrets

Waiting for the green light to move on
Stop, it’s gone
You can’t feel me anymore

I won’t forget I learnt you are amazing.

As I saw something new,
the sun beats down
coming from within you

I won’t forget I learnt you are amazing
If only for a day.

FlowThe sun heals me
And the water is beautiful
If only I could stay in this place

I don’t mind waiting for the day

I wish that some moments could last a lifetime
But then we would never move on

I wonder how my life would be-
If every choice I make, I made the other

I buried my own spirit
People will come and people will leave
But you’ll always have yourself
I forgot how to be real

I want to be a free traveler
And roam the world

It is the most beautiful thing,
The most beautiful thing to be free

Spray of the water sprinkles upon my legs,
This is the only life I’ve got
And I’ve wasted it being afraid
I can

HideawayI wish that you could hear the words I do not say
I wish that I could read your heart,
I wish that we won’t both so blind.

Sometimes, though I like it when you hold me
I wish you would just ask me if I’m okay

Now I’ve found my hideaway,
A place not painted with you
When I’m here I feel strong, I’m almost ready to move on and,
Let go of your hand and fly
I just need, I just need a little bit longer

It’s hard to let people in once you’re broken
It’s hard to remember why I wanted you to leave
And sometimes I want to take a step and fall,
Fall, fall.

You promised not to forget me, not to eras

Red Nail PolishTraffic jam
flashing lights sting my eyes,
poisoning the world
artificial air.

In a superficial world it's hard to find an escape
to dream impossible dreams
I hate the word realistic.
Change ourselves to become someone else
equality has evaporated.

Am I 'uncool' for writing this down?
The scariest thing of all is that in the blink of an eye,
it could all be gone.

I don't care what people think anymore
I want to be inappropriate

Reading the headlines
twiddling our thumbs, our lives, away
I'm sorry my red nail polish
smudged your white piece of paper.

The journey took longer today-
I feel insecure when you watch me
I keep fo

Let you GoWe argue,
No words,
I watch as you are about to walk away in the middle of the night
What if you never enter my room again?
If we never lay together,
naked,
surrounded by each other.

I thought you didn't care about me,
until I saw you cry.
You were thinking about letting me go,
but I won't let you.
Unless you really want too...
You said, no.

Wiping away my tears with your fingertips,
and wrapping me up in the blankets,
as I lay shaking,
crying,
trying to just breathe.
You were so kind,
which made it so much harder.

I love you and the memories of you
you said that I deserve better
but no one else will hold me in the same

Poem about YouRainy days,
I think of you
Legs entangled under,
a mess of blankets.

Under the covers,
I am not afraid

You wiped away a silent tear
Kept holding on,
until my,
heavy
breathing
stopped.

surrounded by you

I looked like crap
…you made me feel beautiful.

You kissed me on the forehead,
it made me cry again.

"Why are you crying?"
because I feel like you love me.

"I do."

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Diamond Tears

by ~killergardengnomes, Mar 24, 2006, 1:06:00 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

We live in two different worlds of grey.
I tried to combind them and let the colours run
I seek; succumb; become numb.

Salty water swells; you cry, tears of diamonds
I can blow them away, warmly,
from your flushed cheek.

So here we are,
staring at our feet.

I know she will always be the centre of your universe.
Her smile will always be so much more beautiful than mine,
Her soul will always vibrate brighter.

Thoughts twisting around in your mind
can you predict the next moment?

Imagine, lying beneath the blue sky,
embraced by sunshine

Wishing our lives away
Leaving traces of diamonds on my fingertips.

Diamond Tearsby ~killergardengnomes

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Inspired by a friend, I haven't written anything in awhile due to lack of inspiration and talent, so I hope this okay.
It might not make sense, but it makes sense to me, so that's what matters right?

Image from google images.

~Chocban Jun 14, 2006

You're really good at this

~FindTheJadeSatan Apr 2, 2006

well hayley hayley HAYLEY!! hehe. You know I love everything you write but this one is special. And it's not only special because you wrote it and I read it

it's special cos I LOVE IT!!! muchly. It really flows. And I can relate to what you're trying to get out throught it. Keep writing haylz, it's about time you submitted a new poem.

love jade xxx

~killergardengnomes Apr 2, 2006

Aw thanks..
lol I'm working on it.

~theteaparty Mar 24, 2006 Writer

it gets the point ouy there beatifully with the images leaking from the words

~killergardengnomes Mar 24, 2006

thankyou

~Chiaki136 Mar 24, 2006

That was stunning..
You painted a beautiful picture. It was pretty, sad, whimsical, and explanatory.
I'd know exactly how you feel if I was this guy reading this..

~killergardengnomes Mar 24, 2006

Thanks, I thought it was kinda subtle in an obvious way.

~speed-of-dark Mar 24, 2006

wow! dat is beeeeeeeeeaaaauuuuuuuuutiful!

~killergardengnomes Mar 24, 2006

thankyou!

~Silent-Martyr Mar 24, 2006

Real nice, pretty imagery.

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