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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

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.

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

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.

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

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.

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.

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Why Would You Bully Anyone?

by ~nekonigiri, Apr 11, 2012, 11:53:09 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I'm a girl

I'm a boy

I don't have a specific gender

I don't know my gender

My name is too uncommon

My name is common

I have a baby face

I look older for my age

I'm childish

I'm mature

I'm young

I'm old

I'm a cry baby

I'm happy-go-lucky

I have many friends

I have 1-3 close friends

I'm in a gang with bad influences

I'm someone with excellent morals

I wear diapers

I wear underwear

I'm the new kid

I move around to much

I'm gay

I'm straight

I'm poor

I'm rich

I have siblings

I'm an only child

I'm a lesbian

I'm bi

I'm in main stream

I'm in special Ed

I think with an imagination

I think with logical sense

I have both parents

I have one parent

I have no parents

I'm adopted

I'm a foster child

I have divorced parents

My parents are still together

I'm popular

I'm a loner

My mom left

My dad left

I'm single

I'm taken

I'm pan

I'm trans

I'm not that bright

I'm very bright

I'm black

I'm white

I'm hispanic

I'm italian

I'm Asian

I'm a different nationality

I'm a foreign exchange student

I'm pale

I'm tan

I have a parent who is an alcoholic

I have a parent who does illegal drugs

I have a part time job

I have a full time job

I have no job

I can't read

I can't do math

I can't spell

I have glasses

I have contacts

I don't need glasses

I'm and actor

I'm an athlete

I'm a musician

I'm a cheerleader

I have freckles

I have red hair

I have black hair

I have blonde hair

I have brown hair

I'm sickly

I'm healthy

I'm thin

I'm heavy

I have a small bust

I have a big bust

I haven't hit puberty yet

I hit puberty early

I just hit puberty

I'm questioning my sexuality

I know my sexuality

I look too feminine

I look too masculine

I'm Jewish

I'm Christian

I'm Catholic

I'm Buddhist

I'm Pagan

I'm atheist

I'm agnostic

I'm a different religion

I'm a "goth"

I'm a "prep"

I'm a "nerd"

I'm a "social butterfly"

I'm tall

I'm short

I'm lactose-in-tolerant

I have diabetes

I have other food allergies

I have no food problems

My sibling has a disability

I have a family member with a disability

I have a disability

I'm a virgin

I lost my virginity

I was raped

I was almost raped

I was never raped

I was molested

I wasn't molested

My parents abuse me

My mom abuses me

My dad abuses me

My parents never abused me

I'm taking my time with my partner

I did it already with my partner within less than a year of us dating

I don't want sex till marriage

I already had sex after marriage

I had an abortion

I had kid when i was very young

I'm a teen mom

I'm teen dad

I had a miscarriage

I can't get fertilize

I have aids

I have an STD

I have two gay parents

I have one gay parent

I have straight parents

I'm democratic

I'm republican

I'm independent

I go to public school

I go to private school

I'm home schooled

I'm deaf

I'm blind

I can't walk

I can't speak

Bullying happens to me, to you, to everyone.
If we are alike in some shape or form, then...
Why would you bully anyone?

Why Would You Bully Anyone?by ~nekonigiri

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Bullying is a popular issue today isn't it. Everyone has been a victim of it some how, some have had worse experiences than others. Some haven't been bullied as long as others. Some are still bullied to this day. If everyone has been bullied why hasn't no one really done anything till now?
I hope you enjoy and understand why I wrote this (many apologies if I made you cry while reading this)

Note: I may have missed some qualities but if I did I'm sorry.

Note 2: I didn't make this piece for "mature" audiences for a reason.

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~paulypants Apr 14, 2012

This piece would be perfect for a project we are developing -- an online gallery for artists who have been bullied or who explore the theme of bullying in their work. It's called the You Will Rise Project. Check it out here: [link] and let us know if you would be willing to share this piece on the site. Read the "Submit Your Work" section of the site for details. Thanks!

~nekonigiri Apr 15, 2012 Student General Artist

I wouldn't mind sharing it

~paulypants Apr 20, 2012

Thanks! Visit the "Submit Your Work" section of the site and follow the instructions to send it to us: [link] We look forward to sharing your work!

~nekonigiri May 19, 2012 Student General Artist

i did thank you

~DARKANGEL23XM Apr 12, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

I love it

~nekonigiri Apr 13, 2012 Student General Artist

^.^

~ShadowAshi Apr 12, 2012

Awesome

~nekonigiri Apr 13, 2012 Student General Artist

thank you ^.^

~ShadowAshi Apr 14, 2012

np <3

~V-ChristsW3apon Apr 11, 2012 Student

Down with bullying :3

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