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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.

lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming warmth of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment before I heard 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 first 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

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

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).

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

Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,
Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,
Insane, deranged and psychotic,
There are people who even call me sick.

Isn't it joyful and greedy to demand
A sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?
Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.

Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.
Is this the final, one and only conclusion?
Better think again, there will be no retribution.

Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.
Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.
Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.

WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mind
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.

Shared HappinessI like it better when you're happy.
The world feels like a safe place -
A good place to be.

Stay happy, even in the face
of great adversity
I know these last few years have been...

Well, difficult, to say the least.
But as long as your heart shines
I can hear it...

That devilish smile on your lips
the one no amount of miles
or hardships can erase

Remember, I'm always watching
With the eyes of my heart
I see you clearly

And, as long as you are happy
No matter where this life leads me
Then I am happy too.

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.

Watercolor PainWhen you smile,
I turn colorblind.

It turns into a somersault
whenever I gain contact
with your skin,
bare back touching
bare back.

But I'm not hungry
for bedposts.

I just want to
savor each moment your arms
lock into mine,
the romanticism of
the moons in my eyes
and the skies in your words.

There's smoke
behind all those hues
of hazel and your fingers
are porcelain,
but I still love you.

bad nightmy mistakes are on my head,
and the cigarettes taste like metal;
on the street curb of a suburban block,
the lights jaundiced and flickering
like drunken fireflies, your reflection
that emanates from me covers every face.

Redeeming Light
Read bottom to top:
.
there
journey
e
h
t
and the stem is
than the flower must be redemption
n
i
s
are
If the roots

a true writer's souli write to release
i write to breathe
i write to feel
i write to bleed

i don't care
if you don't understand
i don't care
if you can't relate
i don't care
for your opinion
i don't care
about you at all

my words are thoughts
my words are emotions
my words are curses
my words are memories
my words are everything
i want them to be
and fuck if you can comprehend

i could write in measure
i could bother with rhythm
but i'm better than your rules
i'm beyond the margin

i'm a fucking psychotic mess
of ambiguous lunacy
that only the ones that think
can understand
the ones that
are just like me

fuck your critiques

fuck your citicism

fuck your opin

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Is it wrong to enjoy this pain as I lie here in my blood? I can feel my life slipping from me, I can feel my very essence leaking away. Is it wrong to be enjoying it? Is it wrong?
I've longed for this for so long, to run my fingers down my face and lick my own blood.
I've longed for this for so long, to die, to be set free from this cage.
It's life.
I hated it. Religion.
I could get myself out of this hell of life, but I'd go to Hell and burn for my transgressions. If I could find a way to die purely, I could be set free and spend eternity in Paradise...

Life has been torture for me.
My Father left when I was 16 months

Another Dawn On My HorizonYou are my world,
And you are my everything.
You are my all.
Let us intertwine.
As the day is nearly done,
And the Sun sets in the West,
My journey's just begun,
And it's all for you.

Yet something's not quite right.
I feel so empty.
There's something wrong
But I can't quite work it out.
In my mirror somethings missing,
But it's there when I look into yours.
I wish I never need let go,
Eternity with you
I could die in your arms and forget it all.
I had my heaven, my angel.

You are my world,
And you are my everything.
You are my all.
Let us intertwine.
As the day is nearly done,
And the Sun sets in the West,
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Litany of A Fallen Tear

by ~Yllek, Nov 20, 2005, 6:52:26 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

And today I'm sorry,
For the blackest hearts I've burnt;
The broken and the beautiful,
Though the torment wasn't earnt.
Languishing the lament,
And feasting on the fear,
Burning with the blackest
In the coldest time of year.

But once upon a time I had
My purpose and my place.
Then I razed it to the ground
Erased it all without a trace.

I'm learned, but I'm learning,
And this lesson is the worst.
For life is a cruel director,
She holds the show, then you rehearse.
But living now with hindsight,
A true and marvelous skill,
I realise the mistake I made,
The past I wish to kill.

But that's the thing with life, you see,
What's done, can't be unmade.
We only get one chance at this
And then's too late, we're dead.

I wish I could turn back the clock
And take away the pain.
To live for you, a second time,
And do it all again.
I'm sorry that I messed up,
There's no more I can do,
Than fall, unworthy, at your feet
And declare my love for you.

Litany of A Fallen Tearby ~Yllek

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Written for *SugaRandDeatH

!VVitnessX Jul 5, 2006

WitnessX (witnessx.deviantart.com) thinx your art sux:
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Now for some of my random quotes:

This is the part where you DIE!
What's your defintion of stupid?
You were dropped as a child, weren't you?
Am I the only sane person here?
You gonna get Nintendowned!
My name is rofl mcpwnage & I'ma kick your ass!

Join the GNAA!

~Vampirella666 Nov 20, 2005

*has an urge to go emo*
It's very well-written...

~Vampy

~Yllek Nov 21, 2005 Writer

Restrain the urge! A step to emo is a step from goth.

~Vampirella666 Nov 21, 2005

God yes I know.. and I did... I stopped.. although I am a fucking emo kid and we all know it...

~Vampy

~SugaRandDeatH Nov 20, 2005

*looks around* Wait, I am *SugaRandDeatH!

I...am...amazed...
I love you, Ben!

I reaaalllyyy, reaallly like it!!!

~Yllek Nov 20, 2005 Writer

Yes, Oana, you are.
I love you too.

~PunxRose Nov 20, 2005

i wish someone wrote me decent poetry like this.............. dream on emma..........

~Yllek Nov 20, 2005 Writer

Decent?
This was thrown together in 5 minutes...

I came online and wanted a way to get my emotions out. This just flowed, it's uneditted, it's unplanned... It's totally raw.

It's not a good poem, I just needed to express how I felt.

~PunxRose Nov 20, 2005

Yeh, but i really like it. I love the raw emotion of it.

~Yllek Nov 21, 2005 Writer

Thank you!

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