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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
walk

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it almost makes me feel like I'm easy to let go.
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Like now
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Because I don't know
How much more the
Cold will fill my loneliness

It remains a void to me
Despite what weather has brought
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Would I still be the same girl
That you fell in love with

Can you see
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And I m weak
Your courageous and loving
Someone good to heart and loved

Everything I lack you excel
And while infatuated with you
Cant you tell the difference
Leave before you get hurt
By my because I can
Do something so horrid as that

Leave me be go on
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You never did
You'll be okay because
You can always

Caution7:25am Bell rings
First one starts
Status: Silent

Bell again Break time
Head to the next
Status: Silent

8:30am Start lifting
Concentrating on only me
Status: Sweaty, and Silent

Second Break
Never this many in two hours
Status: Silent

Third beings
Pestered by someone
Status: Annoyed, and Silent

Third break
God why so many?
Status: Silent

4th begins Yay I’m free!
No wait I’m not home
Status: In a corner, and Silent

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Boobs pressed against too small
To be anyone I know
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Didn’t there use to be only 4?
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Every day is a nightmare
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Most of the time
Maybe even as a child
But then yet again I didn’t know anything
Back then

All summer my mom said
‘It’ has been like that all summer
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And she can only imagine my feelings
But in some ways, they re the same

Every night I am up
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Stove off, no extreme messes
No residue left behind in the bathroom
Covering my ears to hide the sounds
Blasting music to ease
Trying to control my stomach

Once ‘It’ is out I give a call
To a soothing v

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a breath for the pain
then the relief
lightly brushing before
piercing lights hit me
Heavens gates?
No, no
Shadows appear or rather
Shadow
Taking shape, one that
i have seen before somewhere
not exactly sure

Voice comes from it
No
Just once
a hand becons toward
my hurt hand
no longer relief but a pain
one that makes me cry
out in agony again and again
the Closer i go to the shadow
the less it hurts

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of light approaches
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pain to a new level that
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My definition

by ~tokyopoptoday, Aug 15, 2008, 5:07:02 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I'm not your dog
I'm not wierd
I'm a person

I'm not a freak
I'm not anti social
I'm just misunderstood

I'm not your servent
I'm not your nanny
I am your daughter

I'm not a low life
I'm not a criminal
I'm a good person

I'm not depressesd
I'm not self centered
I'm happy and caring

I won't abide to your will
I'm not your puppet
I have a mind of my own

I'm not a alien
I'm not a demon
I'm a soul

I'm not a follower
I'm not a copier
I'm an individual

I may not be you
Or your complete opposite
But I am me and I feel too

My definitionby ~tokyopoptoday

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

my parents just got to me and how i hated that. This came when my dad was ordering me around like his servent hes just like "get to work now" doesn't think that i feel or that i'm a person. he just wants me to do what he wants me to and i hate him and my mother sometimes i hate them all most of the time.

~mulkuth Nov 2, 2009 Student General Artist

love the ending!

~tokyopoptoday Nov 17, 2009

domo arigato!

~mulkuth Nov 18, 2009 Student General Artist

ni how ma?

~love-me-choey Aug 23, 2008 Writer

Strongly written. Reminds me of myself a couple years ago.

Parental problems are, unfortunately, one of those things that will not just magically get better because we do operate on different frequencies. Honestly, it will get better. The older you get, the more things settle down.
But it's very gradual. Not that I'm an expert or anything. It's just that I've found recently that my parent-fueled hostility has gone down drastically, while just last year it was almost a constant problem.
So I'm optimistic that things will change. Things always get better; the universe has to balance itself out.

That was a lot of drabble. I apologize.

~Choey~

~tokyopoptoday Sep 2, 2008

no no..it was needed. sorry for the late reply. i guess it wil its only a matter of time really but since im turning 16 soon i feel that i have a few more years ahead of myself...

*hpfan-atic Aug 17, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

We all feel like that sometimes but remeber, deep inside, they are doing it out of love and are doing ( or at least trying to do) what is best for you. Maybe talk to them about how you feel? although you might want to use different words xd

~tokyopoptoday Aug 18, 2008

cha...no. i would die. last tiem i told them ihow i felt al they did was make fun of me and i cried myself to sleep for months. im never making that mistake again

~Mibello Aug 16, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

_{Ah, i know how you feel. they boss you around like we're self-centered creatures.
but, they are doing that, cause they think they are doing what's best for you. =/ sometimes it's a rotten way to show it. but i seriously think every kid round the world has to face this kind of thing from their parent. D: aww that's alittle to strong on the ending on the ending but it's still wonderful. =] i think i should work on my poetry again.

wonderful work Karen!}

~tokyopoptoday Aug 17, 2008

thanks i kinda realized it was too strong and took it away but thank you. it just came as they ranted what i HAD to do for them

~Mibello Aug 23, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

_{your welcome hehe i know i know Parents can't always leave you alone for what they think. =.=; meh.... it MOSTLY sucks...}

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