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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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciated
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.
And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.
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
Monday, Erased and Re-WrittenDawn broke brittle Monday morning, the sky cracked like eggs
(All done in silence beneath the roaring of my tinnitus)
Twenty 'til something and I'm driving out into blazing light
Looking for what, I won't know 'til its found but its
Just so damned bright and quiet and I think of a sniper in the clock tower
Fallen asleep waiting to pick off his targets but how can he sleep
in this goddamned brightness and nothings moving anywhere
Empty streets, has the world called in sick this morning?
Am I awake? Am I alive? Am I in a movie, maybe a character
in someone's book? Why don't I feel anything? Am I waiting for
the writer to tell me how I feel,
Hide Away and Come to Find
In my mind
we shall steal away.
In my mind
we have forever to find-
what we search for
day and night.
What we search for
when the rope becomes
What is it we seek?
what shall we all find?
I find it all
within the safety of
my own mind.
Is it enough to venture out
and fail to be
who i wanted.
Yet come back home again
to find what i always wanted
and that i didnt ever need to leave-
the safety I had found
between your heart and my
For its never enough just to see,
when I wish to feel.
who is the real me
who is the real me
we seek to find
Rest Your Head
Is the world spinning
a bit too fast,
for you to rest
your dreary head.
Lay it here
upon the ground,
while I tell the crickets
to make no sound.
In your dreams
we steal away,
hiding from yet
And when you wake
up with a smile,
I'll know you've slept
for quite awhile.
The days they passed
while I kept you here,
within my golden forest
you were always near.
So open your eyes
and come to see,
the friend that I've
now managed to be.
Dance with Death
My dance with death has begun
My final chance has been undone
Help me, Save me before its through
Its almost done, I've almost lost you
My blood is pulsing through my veins
Its all I need now to be sustained
Death is near, always near
I bring it now, I bring it here
My dance with death has now begun
My final chance has been undone
I see you darkly hidden, waiting,
breathing, hating, death creating
Your fangs pierce my empty heart
This decaying world I must now depart
I dont worry, I have no fear
I've already cried my very last tear
Your kisses sweet raptured pain
You devoured all yet I remain
chrystal candles set my heart a
Falling Down an Endless Pit
spiraling into the endless pit
pieces of my life float by
bit by bit
the darkness engulfs almost everything
the horrors of life
seem like an endless string
in an instant there seems,
to be a light just ahead
but as it flickers and fades,
my hope turns to dread
as the time floats away
i succumb to the fall
devouring the pain of it all
and yet like Alice falling down the hole,
I know that there must be an end.
Somewhere deep within my soul
I must have the strength to mend.
The Photo Grapher
staring at the world
through a think lense
she hides behind
and captures moments
and totally free
snapping a time
stopping a time
forever captured within
following the moments
leaving a small memory
for those who were there
or have already forgotten
a picture or two forbidden
but still she snaps away
to show the world
and taking a photo
she lives her life
behind, yet always within
It's All Semantics
Journals. Entries. Written words.
It's all semantics.
Study of a human language,
that has yet to hold any meaning.
Boldface word in type print
emphasizing nothing in the abyss.
All the people tossing down their
simplistic ideals for a piece of
that instant happiness.
Smoke that perfect joint to find
the perfect bliss of euphoric-
It's what we all want isn't it.
Wear the perfect jeans as you down-
Hold your hair back as you empty
your emotions with the toxins.
What emotions? The ones force fed
down the tube of knowledge and loss.
I'm in. Are you?
Fake the grade, and mask the s
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
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