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Waiting for a coach
and four
that never came,
she realized
a ball gown
won't bloom
out of sackloth;
glass slippers
are not dependable
and mice
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
man.

IcarusSun girl,

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

noun /rītər/

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
he doesn&rsqu

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.

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.

L.E.S.B.I.A.N.Living on the
Edge of life
Saving myself
Being who
I truly am
As it is all i can be
Never forget that

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

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.

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

For every boy I ever kissedi.

you took my hand 'neath the magnolia
at a christmas dinner party I held.
your mouth was cold. so were my affections.

ii.

you were the first man to listen to me.
i let you listen to my heartbeat; but
when the day fell away, you bruised me deep.

iii.

you were my safe harbour, and i your storm
turning your misery to naught but air
but i squirmed away from your tongue, repulsed.

iv.

you were my cradle, when i couldn't sleep
you would hold me close and pray for something,
anything, to keep me safe. (it was you).

v.

eleven months spent sleeping with my phone,
i still couldn't believe when you kissed me
even after midnight struck us agai

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.

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

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,
crying
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.
bullshit.
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
in hell.
do you want that?
i knew better than to say it again.
ii. you're an estimated
fallacy, the perfect
misconception.
you don't need to exist
for people to believe.
they make you real with
dancing tongues behind
a crowd
of murmuring lips of
god's will.
iii. of the rain,
i sang songs, whispering
prayers only you
could hear.
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
with chiv

thieves of nocturne skiesPaper lanterns are midnight requiems
That tell me to look beyond the
light and have &

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IdeaYou are an idea, a lie, a dream,
Out of touch with reality,
Under your rule, I lost myself.

Anyone out there?
Rend your fabrication of intent,
Everything has reason, see it!

My mind is my own, but you return from the dead,
Everything is a lie, vengeance is mine!

LonelinessLong I've played along the plot,
On the words that friends forgot,
Never checking twice my line,
Every day spent in confine,
Long awaiting their return,
I always hoped but never learn,
Never changing words nor tone,
Every day spent on my own,
Singing out a broken creed,
Singing so I might be freed.

YourselfWhy adhere to one convention,
I am of my own invention,
What I am is what I choose,
What I am I'll never lose.

You can give up all your mind,
Become the crowd and walk round blind,
But me, I'd rather face the blade,
Than wear the crown that others made.

All I am I choose to be,
Not for you, but just for me,
Life's too short to spend a clone,
It's better lived a way your own.

Don't spend your time a faceless crowd,
Say you're you and sing out loud,
So let them judge you by the cover,
You'll prove there'll never be another.

Sepulchre Signals I: SurrenderAn idea is a purpose, and mine is just,
I champion the hearts and the minds of the fallen,
I am an epitaph on the grave of a million dead Gods,
An answer to the call for peace.

Fall unto me and witness our glorious steps closer
to absolution with every passing moment.
I beg the ones who defy my noble goal, Surrender,
I am all that dies, and will become all that lives.
Surrender the Stars to me my foe,
so that I might snatch them from the jaws of eternity...

For YouHow to start this Poem,
Of what you are to me?
I cannot write in words,
but wish to make you see,

I'd try to rhyme a rythm,
To show you how I feel,
But every time I write of you,
My thoughts you simply steal,

So what I write beyond here,
I want you just to know,
I feel beyond it's wording,
The words just seem to flow,

Your smile is the saviour,
From all my wordly fears,
Of losing you a moment,
Which brings me unto tears,

For you I'd kill an Angel,
And offer you my Heart,
I'd render you a Goddess,
And tear the the World apart,

Your kiss is Absolution,
I'd Die for you, I'm sure,
To hear the sweetest sound I know,
Your Voi

A Broken WonderlandOur lives are fleeting, harsh and cruel,
I sought to run - escape it all,
Along my way I lost my soul,
And tumbled down the rabbit hole,
My heart was free but at expense,
No longer one with time and sense.

In the madness shone the dark,
Within the chaos hope was stark,
My blood and tears were shed in vain,
The nonsense couldn't stem the pain,
I found no quarter from my past,
My mind was weak - not built to last.

For this worlds peace I deeply yearned,
But such mad hope just crashed and burned,
I cried a pool of crystal tears,
To vent my pain and drown my fears,
I scorned this world and hated mine,
And in the dark I drew the l

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Dreams

by ~31st-of-Midgar, Oct 4, 2012, 12:36:53 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

In my dreams I tried to find,
The place where truth and myth collide,
You rose from deep within my mind,
And taught me how to live in kind.

Deep inside I feared to see,
That I'm just You, and You're just Me,
But somewhere in You's something great,
Beyond my grasp but yet your fate.

And now you're both my sword and shield,
To you alone, the stars will yield,
It seems my part is almost through,
To dream, create and harbour you.

Not just a Dream, You'll never die,
Though in my sleep, for you I cry,
For now's the hardest part you see,
I'm waking up, to set you free...

Dreamsby ~31st-of-Midgar

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I ponder, what becomes of the figures and forms that rise in our dreams? Have you ever been taught a life lesson from something or someone in a dream? And where do dreams go once we wake? Surely the impulse or slight memory of that being resides somewhere deep in our subconcious? By creating such enigmas that seem so very real, are we truly Gods in our own right?

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~AmayaChanTheKitten Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Beautiful. And glad to see you again. I kind of thought you had disappeared.

~31st-of-Midgar Oct 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Indeed thank you, I guess I go offline when I cant write for whatever reason :/ Sometimes its months before I want to add something, but I am on every so often to speak to people

~31st-of-Midgar Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ah, where are my manners?

Welcome to DeviantArt both Turquoise-Hibiscus & TrueBeliver1

Hope you enjoy it, I certainly have.

~turquoise-hibiscus Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is soooo pretty. Personally poems about dreams have to be one of my favorites.

~31st-of-Midgar Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm glad you enjoyed it, thank you

I think Dreams are among the greatest inspirations.
No matter the state of the world or our lives,
Dreams defy it create realms beyond imagining..

~turquoise-hibiscus Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

They're sometimes better than imagining because you can dream things you can't imagine consciously but can when your subconscious controls you.

~31st-of-Midgar Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thats certainly true, and imagination is not reality, but in a dream we sometimes feel that the world there is better or more real than our own. Its a shame we have to wake up sometimes :/

~turquoise-hibiscus Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

you know except when we have nightmares then waking up's a pleasure

~Truebeliver1 Oct 4, 2012

WOW the was deep and so sweet

~31st-of-Midgar Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

well thank you very much!

But what do you believe of our Dreams?

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