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Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showers
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place

A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity

I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied

Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my pa

I Am a WriterI am a writer.
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.

I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.

I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat

I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.

Pieces of chessKings and pawns are all the same
All but pieces in a game
A stroke of luck
A touch of ill fate
Decides in the end who will be
Checkmate

*Mask*Tonight hearts will beat
Identities are concealed
When we masquerade.

Familiar voices
Behind flamboyant disguise
Recognize those eyes.

2013 Delice1941
13th April2013

Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little star
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.

Take Death's HandI do not fear Death.
My life has been long enough.
It's time I take my last breath.
I shall not rebuff.
Death stands by my side,
his hand extended for me to take.
His face is veiled like that of a bride.
This life I now forsake
as Death takes me away.
I do not regret
for I am free of the fray.
Please do not fret
for I am okay.

~Evil creatures~

They're evil creatures in the night
Lurking in the shadows but still seeing there sight
From they're pale skin and glowing eyes
Out there graves they will rise
Moaning and groaning is what you hear
Your body will soon fill with fear

They walk or run in a fast pace
Here they come for the chase
Get ready for the fear
Coming through the door they are here
Board up the windows to keep them away
This is the place you don't want to stay

It's too late now they're breaking in
It's a fight you may not win
Grab you shotgun prepare for the fight
This battle may last all night
Pain and blood come from your arm
A bite from these creatures can cause muc

AveryHis veins are filled with music and with stars.
His thoughts are filled with emptiness and flow.
His voice is made of dusty old guitars.
His mind’s a rusty cog that clanks below.
And these affects and gifts with which he’s blessed –
Or cursed, as alternately it may be –
Are some well-known and some yet unaddressed,
And they determine all that he must see.
But when his veins must open up and burst
And when his thoughts in dark directions fly,
When all his voice can do is preach the worst,
When all his mind can think to do is die –
It gives him pause to check himself and breathe.
May he stay in this world and never

All AloneI'm sitting in my four walled room
Their closing in, like an ancient tomb
I feel like I'm wasting time for two
When all I want is me and you

Who Was HeHe stood at the average height for men.
His built was quite average.
His eyes were that of cyan.
Nonetheless, he was average.

His hair was that of blonde,
Nearly, white.
His walk and personality had a great bond.
He was a confident sight.

His skin was a delicate peach.
His muscles were quite firm.
So irresistible, a teasing reach.
His appearance had its own term.

One that the dictionary cannot confirm.

Who was he?
That man with his own sea?
He was one without a name.
His appearance was a taunting game.
He was one without a number for an age.
Forget it, he’s fake on this page.

SuicideThere's no blood on her hands
Bullet holes in the door
Nothing but colored pills
And her lying on the floor

You look at her face
There's despair in her eyes
And you wonder what she thought
As she fell and died

And maybe you're begging her to come back
And maybe you're asking why she let go
The hurt in your chest feels like a heart attack
And now you finally know

Maybe you could've helped her
If you'd looked past your own nose
Maybe she'd be alive now
You had a chance, this is what you chose
Now maybe you'll learn from things
That you didn't see
Maybe you'll open your eyes
And rescue him, or her, or me
Maybe she cried a prayer
For the oth

You never chose the middle pathYou never chose the middle path, the place
of careful, safe and unremarkable,
the sky at 10 am, the camp at base,
the decaf paper cup unbreakable.

You had to go with high and low and real,
with rich and fast and things more notable:
the sky at midnight, Himalayan-feel,
the oxygen and you, unstoppable.

But then your weight became too much for skies.
Your melamine became a china cup.
And those who cried moved on to lesser highs.
They look ahead, or down, but never up.

You never chose the middle path, you raced.
I’m looking up, and pray that speed is graced.

One WindowOne window is all I need
To see the world for what it truly is
With my mind a system of creed.
My talent can depict or dismiss
This world of goals, so hear my heed.

I sit down beside a journal,
My fingers clutching a pencil.
I will make my character’s life spiral
And send them off to a council
Where they must advance through the next trial.

One window is all I need
To watch them afar a long, hazy field,
Where I can study their speed
Of understanding when they will yield
Of life, itself, so they need to hear my heed.

My character’s goal,
As well as mine,
Is to be whole
And see how bright life can shine
Even through the darkness

Last RoadTwo people, both alike in personality,
Shared a home where the scene was played,
From shattered souls to new beginnings,
Where screams were heard on this doomsday.
From golden moons crisp as the sun,
A mother who has not yet won,
The illness will strive until the deed is done,
Even if the daughter has not begun.
The road that lies ahead,
Is now a mother who is dead,
With hugs and kisses that are gone,
The daughter who will beat them all;
Thy which your eyes and ears can pretend,
What here shall be a transformation undid.

The Soldier's Letter To HomeI write this from my death bed
My eyes fading in the light
Drowned in crimson red,
Drowned in shaking fright.
The enemy has won
The war now has ended
And though killed by my son
May his sins be ammended.
For this is Civil War
I cannot change the tide
So from you I implore
Do what is right.

Bury me somewhere nice
Near, and fair to look at
And forgive my son his sins;
For in war, no one wins.

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all over again
but now I'm at peace with myself
I feel like you know it
everything about how I love you

I have fought so long for this
all over the snowy ground my tracks are found
I built fires to keep myself warm
when you wouldn't
I used yarn to make myself whole
when you couldn't
now I step away from the fight
to see if I can shine by myself tonight

alone by choice
Is that even true
does anyone choose loneliness
besides a star glowing blue?
burning through water
like a murky refrain
dripping the sadness
and fueled by it's pain

Staying HiddenI can't meet your stare
I'm afraid you'll see
this delicate love I carry with me

I can't brush your skin
or come too near
without an overwhelming feeling of belonging here

so long as I live
the things I do to stay hidden
keep us apart
if only the idea could disappear from this heart
if only the words could vanish from the sky

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I used to walk
waiting around for someone else
to come and take my spot

do you know when
letting go
changed into a downward drop
all the millions of ropes i had to cut
turned out to be the only thing holding me up

so I stay here
breathing in the dust
can't move my legs
they've become rust
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Imagining Youtrying to get through life when you keep washing up
trying to the kill the connection that defines both of us

kick the door shut
you show up on the other side
kill the radio
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I thought when you left
everything else would disappear with you
though we'd be over and my heart would go free
never knew how wrong I'd be
sitting here
imagining you on the very same night

someday i'll banish you
and face life truely alone
but for now
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only a ghost can give me

Beautiful Nothingbeautiful nothing
not weighed down by love
nothing to feed on
nothing to touch
just beautiful nothing
beautiful enough

the wind itself
going through my skin
the air
that ties back our wings
the beautiful nothing that we're floating on
makes us closer than any love song

Jade Eyesjade eyes
cool as stone
softly they look upon me
starting to unravel the bones
of my body
the fabric world we have known

i see a girl
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lost in herself
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if I take the jade from your eyes
are you going to take the life from mine?
if I find the truth of a lie
could I ever say goodbye?

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Maybe I'll See You There

by ~SimpleSilkSky, Dec 14, 2012, 2:13:55 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

breathe in the mist,
it'll help to straighten your head
I can't stomach anymore
of this never-ending
sleepless wandering
because the path leads from the house
to somewhere faraway
all I can do is pray
you return each day

but don't worry
you're not too far lost
you still shine like a diamond
in the rough
you still smile like there's nothing
creeping up
and you pretend you're fine
so I pretend that that's just fine

don't send a letter
you know, I won't believe the words
don't say that you'll soon be mine
I can't watch the clock
I can't keep with the time.
to me,
the only thing changing
is the pace of my breathing
so hurry before the oxygen stops streaming

but don't worry
they're not listening now
they hope that we'll just
bring each other down
so run away
like you were never here
and if I find daylight
maybe I'll see you there

Maybe I'll See You Thereby ~SimpleSilkSky

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

if anyone knows the song "little talks" by monsters of men, this was actually written to the tune of that

~Midnight-Disasters Dec 16, 2012

I think I'm gonna have to start drawing pictures to understand your poems
What were you doing when you wrote this

~SimpleSilkSky Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

uuhh I was...I wrote the first draft at school on Friday. and please I would love to see you try to draw a competent picture based on this

~Midnight-Disasters Dec 16, 2012

Done

~SimpleSilkSky Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

can't wait

~Midnight-Disasters Dec 21, 2012

Maybe I'll see you there
Making passionate poetry together on the horizon
*Inspirational lines*
*Dark depressing lines*

~SimpleSilkSky Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

yep. ha you have learned the formula for poetry good job

*CarmineDevian Dec 15, 2012 Student Writer

great song and great poem

~SimpleSilkSky Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

cool thak you C:

*CarmineDevian Dec 16, 2012 Student Writer

youre welcome

*SimplyCass Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Love it! It's awesome...again I can definitely relate...and yeah good song too

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