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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 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

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 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.

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

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.)

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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I can hopeI was thinking of you today,
not as much as I am now.

See, I was having fun,
now I'm going home.

You see, its not that I don't think of you
all the time,
just when I'm alone the most.

When I wish your hand,
could be in mine.

You could be sat beside me,
on the seat my bag selfishly occupies.
(See, I saved you a seat.)

I knew you weren't coming,
but I'm fond of hoping.

Now I'm sat in someone else's single bed,
(don't worry, its her brothers)
at my friends house.

I'd call this cozy, if you were here,
I know you're not coming.

I can hope.

Tonight I'll dream of you,
I wouldn't have to
if you were here
laying beside me.

You'

Race with the falcons

Fly! Fly!
With the north winds!
Soar!
Through the pitch black sky!
Race with the eagles
and the falcons,
hurtle across winter skies
into the horizon
and beyond.
The wintersun calls you
to race against the raptors.
The lightning crashes beyond your gaze,
urging you on,
spurring your speeding wings,
race!
Fly!
Race with the falcons!
Tear through the heavens,
pass through Ymir's brains.
You're speed, punch a hole in the skull.
Race!
Fly against the falcons!
Rise through the sky,
fly at spearpoint,
breaking speed,
hurtle though the night sky,
speed across winter.
Fly, your destination, nowhere.

Race!

Race!

Fly with

Princess complex.

Secret tearing apart inside me.
No one knows because no one looks,
doesn't mean they don't care.
They just don't care all that much,
or care too much.

I don't care if they care, I don't.

I know you're going to leave,
so why won't you leave?

Just go, I'm fine.

Oh yeah, here I go again.

"I'm fine."

The same old lines,
meaning the same old nothing.

I see you time and again,
just leave me alone.

I'm sick of the face I used to adore.
The thought of holding you close, now repulses me.

The feeling of your skin on mine,
I once so longed for,
just thinking of it now makes me sick.

When you're with me, I'm alone.
I don't want to b

Rain-girl

I held you in the pouring rain,
smiling, kissing, squeezing and laughing.
We were so close, keep smiling for warmth,
the rain denied.

I held you to me,
you whispered,
as we kissed in the rain;

"Cry, only in the sun,
let the rain make you smile,
for me and for this moment."

I smiled, again, as your breath warmed my cheek,
my hand to your hip
as we embraced in the rain.

Many people scattered from the wet
as we, oblivious,
smiled in the rain.
We kissed all the while, rain streaked our faces.

You let my hand go, and slipped away
down the soaking street.
I lost sight of you, rain-girl,
but the click of your heels
on the cobbl

Umbrellas and tragedy.Pouring rain, we waited for nothing,
the tortured butterfly and tragedy.
He held his umbrella over her,
short and hidden under her hood,
she didn't need it, but he needed to care.

Tragedy smiled down on her,
the little butterfly.
Tragedy didnt realise that she was tortured.
But Tragedy smiled at her still,
he didnt know why, really,
but her cared for her,
it wasn't love, lust or want.
Just an affliction to care.

Tragedy cared for her,
she saw him as a hero,
or so she says,
a brother maybe?
He doesnt know,
but he still cares.

Still,
Still to this day.

You know, he missed her.
Even when they walked home, in the rain.
T

Mirrorglass hero

Prince? Hah! You mock me, surely.
Impure? Yes, but not for you.

What can I do?
Nothing, as always.
Useless more like it.
Shattering slowly.
So slowly.

Ah, this isn't,
I wish,
it wasn't.

It is.
I think, I know.
I think?

I can't think, can I?
No.

Oh me-
oh my.

Ah, this pain,
shatterbreaking
cracksmashing
heartcore
breaking from within.

Broke
Broke
Smash
Broke.

Gone
Gone
Left me
Gone.

Riding on that white horse,
flying on those angel-wings.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Click
the door to my room
I shut me in

Oh, ah...

This is me,

shattering,
breaking,
cracking,
smashing.

This is me,
Break
Break
Gone
Broken.

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by ~CaptainOzz, Dec 29, 2006, 12:23:41 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

A cold hard stare,
that's all I have left.

I can't look at you,
I can't speak to you,
I can't tell you...
anything.

I'm leaving,
something.

I'm going,
somewhere.

I'm doing,
nothing.

About,
anything.

Cardinal,
the red.
Caged bird,
flight.

Or a pair of clipped wings?

Autumn embraces,
winter strangles.

A dirty black ribbon,
from the veins.
(Think of this how you will.)

Colour fades away,
bleeds into night.

I'll leave you a message,
before I leave.

My hope will remain just for you,
I think you know why,
I think you know who I am,
I think, not.

So I'll leave you a message;

Tell me you're safe,
even if you don't hear me.
Tell me you love me,
even if I don't beleive it.
Tell me I'm going to be ok,
even though I'm not.

Tell me you'll be there,
to break my fall,
even though you're nowhere near me,
even though I'm nowhere at all.

Tell me I'll get better,
even when I won't.
Tell me,
even though I won't hear...

So I hope that when you get this message
you might know how much I...
...Nevermind.

Tell me, though I won't hear.by ~CaptainOzz

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I don't have comments for this really, though before you ask, no, I'm not leaving DA.

Sorry if you were hopeful.

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~Daiuski Jan 31, 2007

(because i can ^^)

~Daiuski Jan 31, 2007

O_o wow its awesome i luvs it ^^

~Pandoras-Emptiness Jan 9, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

very good!

~CreativityDefined Jan 6, 2007

Good show.

!HiddenDusk Dec 31, 2006

Well, I'm glad you're not leaving dA.
This was well written.

~Lillith-Sweetblood Dec 30, 2006

I'll be there to break your fall in anyway I can. ...so many other things I have to say about this poem..but I think I may note it instead.

~Dancing-Naked Dec 30, 2006 General Artist

I hope ... I could be the one to tell you ... everyline ... would be true.

~Dancing-Naked Dec 30, 2006 General Artist

I hope they tell you, I hope one day you'll hear.

Maybe you should just try telling your self.

You'll only ever hear what you belive any where.

You've got a large group of people waiting to tell you + everything +

Then again + I know there are somethings Iød love for you to say.

The poem + is .... a twisted messege that you've said before in most of what you write + but it still ... melts me, makes me think ... and blows alot of other writers out of the sea.

-meh.

~satanicmilkshake Dec 29, 2006

I like this, ALOT. It really describes exactly what I'm going through right now :-/

~BrokenxxReverie Dec 29, 2006 Student General Artist

I kinda lost you on the cardinal thing and came back to you at the I'll leave you a message. Maybe it was the colors seemed to distract my thoughts from your other words. Probably just me though.

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