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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.

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

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

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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InsatiableWe were eyes,
We were tongues,
We were lips.

We were the sounds that came from deep within us,
We were those tingles we got,
Those deep penetrating tingles,
We were the moans,
The grunts,
But mostly the screams.

We were the friction on the skin,
We were the sweat,
We were the juices,
And even occasionally the blood.
We were that craving pining stare,
The one that said,
"Take me there."
Oh, we went there.
We went there together.

We were the strokes, the touches and even the scratches,
We were the bruises on our necks,
We were the lustful heartache,
Set free in our play.
We were also that freedom,
That liberating freedom

Closed DoorsBehind closed doors I know who I am,
What life is,
What death is,
What it meant to get by them.

Behind closed doors I look so much better,
Because no-one's there to see it,
No-one will believe it,
Because I can see underneath the skin.

Behind closed doors I feel brilliant,
I know no-one's watching me,
To insult me,
I know I have freedom on my own.

Behind closed doors I sit alone,
The way I want it to stay,
My spirit and mind,
Forever entwined,
Happy as I am,
On my own.

I Loved HerThis is a long lost letter to a long lost friend of mine,
This isn't a friendship lost to the ocean and its strong waves of time.
Nay, this is a forced departure that brought the laughter to its knees,
But there are still worse offences,
There are sadly worse than these.

Now I remember your vision with your long and flowing hair,
It's where you hid my secrets and where they blew without a care,
I remember how your proud chin would tilt always to the skies,
Of course it is to balance all your deception and your lies.

I confess that I trusted you, my dear,
My lips were always at your ear,
Of all the world, you were my favourite peer,

IdolsI don't quite know what happened down our long and loving line,
I know you changed me darling- in what way I do not know,
I don't know where my words went in that short enchanting time,
What happens when your idols change? I think I must let go.

You taught me to be positive and that I surely did,
The sunshine has now gone to sleep- the sky is just a grey,
You trust in every word I say even though I'm just a kid,
Shelter me as the rain falls down. Let's push this storm away.

Now as I think of you- my soul is destined to depart,
In the doom of dark showers, it is destined for the cold,
Wherein this hellish cold doth lie my innocence a

The Perfect EyesThe kind you can get lost in,
That comfort you with a glance,
That are inspiring,
That are beautiful.

That make you want to sing,
That make your heart beat faster,
That seem to open up your heart,
That can see exactly what you're thinking.

That make you forget what you were going to say,
That freeze your every movement,
That light up a smile,
That you can fall in love with.

That trust you deeply,
That glitter in life,
That capture your soul,
Those are...
The perfect eyes.

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Kiss

by ~AuroraLyla, Jun 15, 2012, 1:27:27 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Our ringing laughs, our poignant smiles,
Just us two now- no-one for miles,
None to interrupt our moment of bliss,
Our waiting lips lock for our long awaited kiss.

A soft stroke at first, as us two artists meet,
Paintbrushes locked with no room for deceit,
I only taste honey and sugar and love,
As I sigh, you do too,
As sun shines from above.

Our hands travel next, as they meet linking tight,
We break from the bind as with all of your might
You still hold me close as you spin me right round,
As your laugh fills the airwaves, I faint from the sound!

I awaken once more to a peck on the cheek,
And you grab me once more as my knees are still weak.
We lock lips together and lock fingers tight,
So to all who observe, we are lovers at first sight.

Kissby ~AuroraLyla

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Written for my soul-mate, who gives the best kisses!

*ThePenVsTheSword Jun 24, 2012

This is great!

~AuroraLyla Jun 25, 2012

Thank you! ^^

*ThePenVsTheSword Jun 25, 2012

You're welcome! ^^^

~lifeisgood4u Jun 24, 2012 Student Writer

Aw that's so sweet!

~AuroraLyla Jun 24, 2012

Thank you!

~lifeisgood4u Jun 24, 2012 Student Writer

Welcome ^_^

!TDGFOREVER Jun 24, 2012

has a beautiful meaning and flow to it.

~AuroraLyla Jun 24, 2012

Thank you very much!

!TDGFOREVER Jun 24, 2012

you got it

~pieces-of-a-dream Jun 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh my gosh this is so incredibly cute <3

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