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torsosmy symbiote vents
invective   shapes   that
    don't count
    implant that silver
    spoon of yours of
    shining stars these
impressions not indelible
               though damn near

I'll control the flow
    in and out and
    into you, screwy
    doctor    flurry
      of inactivity
      a talisman
against sight I could
press this button and
reactivate it I
            could yell
              so loud
it smashes us to pieces

  and round and round
            and round I'd go,
                 going
             and glowing
Advice from the sun not forthcomingGo out, child,
and let them in your hair.

Now I'm not quite -
godlike,
wanted as badly as a child
who should have burnt
their fingers in pastured sin -
homesick,
bred in the curve of flesh
for a place that's never been
a certain disappearing word
but now -

Don't deny acts to
the day, unmare,
walked along a run,
beached like an yolk,
on an iron cast spoon,

thrown up in salt air.
MotherLook to your children
See the job you've done
One of them is trembling
The other one has gone
oh spaceoh space    I spot in you
               suns
        slow explosions

build bomb-shelter
underground where it's at

  I had coin
 that was mine
   I had plants
they withered

my mother       skull
             I look
              inside

I wipe my tears
there's no such thing

it sounds it is
         as if
         the gods were
          mad at us
it's set
it's

small animals
in laboratories

it's spelled wrong

I could not find
      where else
               or the spine
Kidnap Your HandI see you, my prey, long before you see me

You are oblivious, happy in your solitude

Thinking that nothing could ever happen to you, no

Things like this only happen to other people

You hear about it on the news, hear people whisper

Talking, crying, judging, lamenting

So many mixed emotions, mixed opinions

When you see what happens to people

When they fall victim to predation

It constantly surrounds us, perpetual, undefeated

No matter how many times someone tries to stop it

It just keeps happening, to so many unsuspecting innocents

You will never know quite why it happened

You may not even believe it

But it's very,
Dear motherI will leave you now.
Don't cry, cause the sun will be clouded if it finds out.

I will find my way so,
Don't guide me cause the ravens won't let you do that.

I will be safe
So don't worry about me, cause you and sis will inspire me to continue
But..

If you cry

   If you guide me

      If this is still worrying you.

  I will be there so you can cry on my shoulder
        I will let you guide me
    I will call you every time I cry

     Because I love you.
Melt Me DownA quiet sigh echos
because I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
I am not what you expected,
and you do not like surprises.
So you heave a sigh and
you pretend you aren't impatient,
resentful,
that you do not wish
that I had been someone else.
That you had been able to chose who I would be
before I could ruin myself
the way that I have.
You pretend that you do not wish
that you could reshape me,
melt me down and reforge me,
tear me down and rebuild me
in your own design
regardless of how I would feel about it.
You do not understand,
you do not want to.
You try,
you try and try and try,
but I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
You pretend that it is not true
that I no longer make you proud.
And it isn't-
I never did,
so i cannot stop.
And you wish it wasn't so,
you wish you could change me,
but you can't,
and even as you try,
disregarding all possibility,
I am fighting you every step of the way.
You are trying to melt me down and reforge me,
trying to tear me down and rebuild me,
and
On the ContraryShould I be sorry for hurting you?
I knew it was the wrong thing to do
I'm the one you fall onto
Not the one who pushes you to the edge
After all
I'm your perfect one
I didn't lie on the floor
Of the apartment hall
Taking the seed of an illegitimate child
I didn't swallow the cancer at age fourteen
I didn't crush up the fine white crystals
And send myself into oblivion
I wasn't the one who
Took a hand to your throat
Fists to your ribs
Knife to your heart
I just lived a thousand miles away
Under the roof of the scum that dared
To look down upon you
To see you for who you really were all along
With all the vile rottenness
You desperately tried
LearningMy son troubles his teachers
Because he thinks too quickly
In lightning strokes of understanding
Leaping ahead
Impatient
Ideas are symbols, ever changing
Concepts dance, recombine
Body and mind
Moving, moving
No time to write
Catching words
Pinning them painfully to the page
In cursive strokes?
No.
He would rather run
Fight
Laugh
Leap
Thoughts move too fast to capture
On a static page

My daughter troubles her teachers
Because she leaves the classroom
Her body stays quietly
But she has gone to the moon
Or across the street
Or into the body of a bird in flight
Words trouble her
They shift and tumble
Senseless, disorderly
Pictures, movies, soun
things on fireblurred out     who
    saw smashing
       blonde of
irritation   melding
with the space surrounding
                  I
deserve it

if I could I would
      stop
      stop
      stopping
      to see    something
                happen
a voyeur     a luminant
                tangle of wires
                computations
that come through so garbled
as to be unintelligible     still

      it'll do / I'll do
               / things on fire
   I'll try to spell my name
            and figure out
            my age

I'm unsure

how much I've held
           or hold
       or how to loosen
         my grip
.:-Dont look back, only to the next objective:.I pressed the palm of my hand against the glass. Looking into the stark white room where a man was sprawled on a hospital bed. His dark hair had thinned out more then I remember, and more streaks of grey where visible. His body was frail, a machine was snaked down into his arm. Those thin twiggy arms with only slightly bigger legs, but a beer belly was still most proment. I frowned at the bitter memories, the bile rose up in my throat and I turned away, putting my back on the glass. The cleanliness of the hallways was unbearable as the cleaning agents assaulted my nose. I watched a nurse walk by with a tray of supplies. She smiled at me, as if she loved working around the deathly ill, watching people die and families being ripped apart so slow but no one knowing until too late. I turned away and she only continued down the hallway, dismissing me as a visitor full of remorse and regret of their newest patient.  Regret? Yes, I had some. But only for all the wrong reasons. I turned b
Sanctuary/Home/PrisonWhat happens when your sanctuary
Becomes a prison?

Why should pain be treated
With whips and scorn?

I can`t say I understand
Such an ideology

I always try to be strong
But when I break...

It`s as if hell has been loosed
By my struggle

I often wonder if they actually
Care at all.

I`m still only a child, though
I must grow up

But I just want the love and
Acceptance I can`t have

They always judge me and tell
Me I`m wrong.

Why don`t they ever listen to
What they preach?

I hate being here, locked up
In this cell.

They think they know me and
That they own me.

But I slip a mark down the wall
Counting down the days.

I want my freedom fr
I'll RememberI'll Remember

We Laughed
We cried
We Smiled and frowned
There were times we got angry with each other

We talked
We Sang
We went for rides
We got along so well we were more like sister and brother

Our interests
In many ways
Ran to the same things
Although they varied between who liked what more

You let me go
And do my thing
Saying it was my right
But were there if I needed someone when things went wrong

But now
You're gone
But I'm not alone
You'll always be with me....I LOVE YOU MOM
To Learn and To LoveIt has been one year
since I was 16
seems like a thousand
and in the increments
of memories
I am 1,016 years old.
A fraction of these years,
or a lifetime
was spent learning and growing
in the halls of both the
natural and unnatural
government.
The things of my being
my body
my heart
my spirit,
and my soul
have burned on the end of the torch
and I waved it through
the doors and windows,
the furious smoke of my desires and ambitions
billowing out behind me
like a matriotic flag.
the ashes impregnated mother earth
and she begot healthy
flowers that blossomed as I grew
taller,
stronger,
and smarter
and they finally died when I
was able to petal
DemonsDemons
Daimons - er, vampires
Zombies
Gods and goddesses
This is how me and my aunt connect
The Malachai destined to destroy the world
Or save it
This is what me and my Aunt Emily talk about
Apollo unleashed the Daimons
And Artemis released the Dark-Hunters to destroy them
Dark-Hunters
Were-Hunters
Dream-Hunters
These are the basis of our relationship
I'm not close to a lot of my family
Most of us don't get along
But me and my aunt can talk four hours
And I guess that counts, right?
Acheron and Kyrian
Thorn, Danger, Astrid
Zane, and Talon
These are our "friends"
Characters from our favorite books
We have this in common
Our love for words on
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Ice moon chptr 5CHAPTER FIVE

I sipped my chai in the kitchen and watched Leanne busying

herself about the stove. I leaned slowly back on the counter, avoiding her

attention. It didnt work. She looked over to me with a startled expression.

I snorted at that.

"Forgot I was here again?" I asked mockingly, raising an eyebrow.

"No of course not honey," She said looking flustered. "I just didnt

hear you...or see you..." She blushed.

"Hey, no worries." I smiled. She looked so tense all of a sudden.

"What's wrong?"

"Well hun," She sighed. "I'm worried about...You. You're going to

be going through your phases pretty soon..." Leanne trailed off.

"Mom

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Pulling all-nighters

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Pulling all-nighters

Sirens screaming
Slurred words falling
Pulling all-nighters

Preteens giggling
Flash lights flickering
Pulling all-nighters

Brothers lying
Mother's crying
Pulling all-nighters

Secret telling
Marker smelling
Pulling all-nighters

Accusation making
Mugshot taking
Pulling all-nighters

Cheating and sleeping
Pretend your not dreaming
Pulling all-nighters
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6 am poetry isn't as bad as I thought it'd be.

little referencing between what it is and what it used to be, in case some of you don't get that. (it's early, I havent slept in a week, ergo: I'm bitchy sorryyyy!)

hahaha I feel like a flippin god of poetry right now...fuck I need to sleep.
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~Jace-Lyn Jul 13, 2008
:D awesome!! that's really really good!!
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~Fantasiaa Jul 13, 2008
yeah :)
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~Jace-Lyn Jul 14, 2008
:D
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~Fantasiaa Jul 14, 2008
Hey, what're you up to tonight? Wanna hang out?
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~Jace-Lyn Jul 14, 2008
I dunno about tonight... visiting with my dad! :) haven't seen him for a long while... what are you up to tomorrow??
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~Fantasiaa Jul 14, 2008
Dentist then portraits in the morning, but in the afternoon I'm free?
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~Jace-Lyn Jul 14, 2008
i think I'm free... hey! maybe were going to the lake!! do you wanna come?? ( If you do.. that is! :) )
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~Fantasiaa Jul 14, 2008
yeahhhhh!!!!! :D
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~Anna-bananaa Jul 11, 2008  Hobbyist
Aww muffin. You're gonna crash soon:( You need to take a whole day dedicated to trying to sleep. Seriously, you're messing yourself up. I don't wanna come home to find you looking like a druggy with a shaky cup of coffee in your hand lauhging histerically. Though that would be one for the books ;) It's a very lovely poem though. I enjoyed it. And I also enjoyed marker smelling. Goooodd timessss. :):) haha. Seriously, get some rest. Try as hard as you can. Eventually your body will give up. And if that doesn't work, take gravol. Seriously it may make you bitchy as fuck but it works. Just make sure its quiet when you take it. If someones being loud you actually will hurt something... Heh. Good luck!! :)
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~Fantasiaa Jul 11, 2008
hahaha well I got about an hour of sleep at 10 so that's keeping me up. Coffee? Are you crazy?? You know me and coffee don't mix...But yes, I know what you mean.
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