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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;
neither the Sun nor the Moon no longer
ache to see me fly in their luster.

XXXXXEven now,
part of me
(my hands)
want to
pull out
that glass
she lodged
in her neck.

Pull it out
and drop it
into pieces,
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.

Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
(my chest)
is not afraid
of demons.

It is far less
dangerous
than girls with
haphazard knives
and other
monsters.

Chasing Butterflies

I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.

I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.

I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.

There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...

on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
apology.

i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.

you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon

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.

HollowHollow
Is her chest.

She feels around for emotions;
Sadness and anger is what she has mastered the best.

World moves around her
In top-speed rate,

While she stands still or get maneuvered around
Like a dense grey stone in the rapids of fate.

Erosion shapes her outsides
As a rough unapproachable being;

It builds up the pressure inside
Where she's really quite more softer than what you're seeing.

But don't expect for there to be a heart,
It's already shattered to pieces and is reformed from charred coals;

Even now and again it is crumbling apart;
Life has filled it with so many holes....

Hollow
Is her chest.

She feels no emotion,
Exce

EqualityEquality

Today my rainbow flag
Stands proud next to
The American flag.

Today my flag is counted
Equal. Represents equality
To our nation.

Today the rainbow flag
Represents the gay
Community not as a

Separate any longer
But as a whole. As
My state Minnesota
Legalizes gay marriage.

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.

BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind

Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
Young haters,
Young liars,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.

Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it a

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

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

Evolution of life

child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape

we evolve to finish in the matrix

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Jasper CullenYou think you life is tough and hell maybe it is, but when you compare your life with mine I bet you would see you are fine, because when someone feels something their emotions are mine.

so when someone walks into the room and they are bummed out and depressed, the heavy sorrowful mourning burden lays burning in my chest.

so try and walk around, feeling light of heart, think about the one you love keep them close to your heart, because when you feel angry sad or blue theres not one personed feeling burdend.

but two.

Poetry.the gentle whistling of the wind, the snowflakes falling down to earth.

just to melt and die.

and be born once again in the rain that sustains us.

and the clouds that inspire us.

love, life laughter.

all from a simple snowflake.

yet another poem.I can tell when you stare at me, that thing that you are wondering, "how can you sit and stare so cold, how can you live like that?"

and I would keep looking strait ahead, not really careing about what you thought or said.

it all fades away, because inside I'm dead

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A rose by any other name

by ~EvilItachiGirl, Jan 27, 2009, 4:38:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

((this one is for babe~ who requested it))

Once upon a time, I read in a book, a story of two star crossed lovers...
the book is gone now, along with most of my memory of it, except...that one line...
the one line that made me think, which most books had ceased doing...

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"

but flowers do not have names...a rose is a rose a tulip is simply a tulip and a daisy will never be known as anything more than daisy...

but certainly if any flower species was to bear a name it would be the rose, a deep symbol of love and un-ending faith for whomever you care about

yet even roses lack names, or...so you may think, there is one rose, by another name, and to me it is twice as sweet...

dearest Marluxia, a rose by any other name may be as sweet, but certainly you are the flower whom I see as the sweetest of all.

A rose by any other nameby ~EvilItachiGirl

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

for Babe, hope you like it =3

I think this one failed >.> like even more than my AkuZeku one did -_-

well let the flames start

~summerkampf Jan 27, 2009

OMFG THIS IS AWESOME I am faving 100000000000000 tiems also my name is Babel not Babe XD its ok alot of people call me that just call me *dramatic pause* THE BABEL lol

~EvilItachiGirl Jan 27, 2009 Writer

woops a mere typo XD

~summerkampf Jan 27, 2009

lol its ok

my name isnt really babel though its Jen XD I use the name babel because its the name of my dad's favorite slot machine we have one in our house lol and it was right by the family computer so I would always remember it now I have a laptop but I still remember lol

~EvilItachiGirl Jan 27, 2009 Writer

lol nice XDDDDD

I'm Victorine XD

my screenname means EvilWeaselGirl Itachi means Weasel =3

theres a naruto charrie named Itachi too XD

but Weasel, its Weasel, yeah you can call me Weasel =3

~summerkampf Jan 27, 2009

ooo I love that name O_O its pretty

my name is blah I wanted to be named Josephine because then I could be called Joe or some boyish name my brother is named Joseph though so it would be confusing my parents were going to orriginally name me that but they didnt T_T

I know I love Itachi he was the first anime charicter I ever dreamed about I loved him for about a year then I moved on to dreaming about yaoi XD

I heard that before did you ever see the picture of the weasel with the akatsuki cloak on XD its soooo cute my all time fav akatsuki charicter is Hidan he is soooooooo sexy

I just love his cursing and crazy ritueals

okey dokie I will call you Weasel from now on

~EvilItachiGirl Jan 27, 2009 Writer

yush XD I <3 itachi for years *pokes name*

but theeeen I saw Axel, and Zexion.

it was all over riht then and there XD

~summerkampf Jan 27, 2009

lol XD I wanna poke my name too

*pokes name* *name breaks* BAWWWWW!!! I suck

~EvilItachiGirl Jan 27, 2009 Writer

XD
*eats my name*

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