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Sing a Song of Sex and SeductionWhen the noise under your bed's just a little too scary,
You'd scream,
"Mommy, Daddy, a monster's coming to get me!"
So they'd check under your bed so you would see
That the monster in your room was only in your dreams.

We live in a world of lies.
What really happens when you turn out the lights
And half the world goes dark for the night?
None of us really knows what's right.

It's a world of destruction,
Chaos,
And corruption
That we allow ourselves to divulge in.
And the sad thing is it's like a suction.
Sadder yet,
We allow ourselves to be sucked in.
Do you want your child, your baby girl, to ask,
"Wha

Irish Java

The computer was drunk last night.
It peed on all my documents,
Made drunk emails to all my contacts.
I’m pretty sure it clicked on a pop up ad
And contracted a virus.

I wonder how it got home last night.
It was playing music extra loud.
I ran a system scan,
And all that popped up
Was a window with a question mark.

This morning, I tried typing,
And all I could get were symbols
All over a fuzzy screen.
The USB ports were coated in
A bizarre white foam.

My computer was drunk last night.
I’m still cleaning up the mess.
I suppose these things happen
When you give a computer
Too much juice.

Black Bird of Winter NightSnow-covered are the fir-trees,
Breaking under the weight.
Fogs are spinning and spreading
Along paths and ravines.

Snowflakes fall softly like in a dream -
I wander silent through the limitless space.
And far away, world and time sink with me
Into the great white solitude.

In the evening, smooth dark wings
Spread gently blessing
Over all hills and forests
The comforting night.

Black bird of night,
My glance strikes you.
Far, immense far,
You are flying and you never come back.

Time stands still when I see you.
Gently the clouds pass by.
When day goes to rest
Then I want to flee with you.

Away, lost in the night,
Accompan

Sweet LitanyI sat and cried
In an empty room,
Containing nothing but
A rose that refused to bloom,
A broken old chest
Of missed opportunity,
Inside I rummaged
And I found a litany,
It was tedious,
But I was fastidious,
So consumed was I with finding
Light in truths I found hideous,
But no flash blinded me,
Just the darkness within,
I could not see…

I sat and cried
In an empty room,
Where no life or love
Would dare to bloom,
A broken old chest
Of missed opportunity,
I looked therein,
And found you, sweet litany…

You were not tedious…

There was no need to be
Fastidious,
The truth was not hideous…

From my eyes

The Glade Between the FallsA breeze whispers through the trees;
Leaves dance to the silent tune.
Tree limbs reach up, ever skyward,
To the serene face of the moon.

The night is quiet, though not still;
Many seek peace in the glade.
Soft eyes, glowing, start to appear;
The wolf nobly howls his serenade.

Leaves gently tell to one another
Secrets that will not be heard.
Even those who can listen quite well
May still not be able to learn.

The air is fresh; it smells of pine.
Mother Nature tranquilly calls.
Life abound is welcome here,
In the glade between the falls.

Every Sacred Inch of YouA sleek and shiny
Shimmer of senses
Preceded
The second I conceded
To fantasy,
I clearly see,
Locks falling gently
Reddened regally by thee,
At your decree,
They do adorn
The silken smooth and cream white
Neck from whence my eyes cannot be torn,
I fear I'm not yet born,
I mourn,
Forlorn,
The petty prattle I mistook for 'love',
Now viewed with scorn,
Regret,
For what was picturesque
Had no more depth
Than dirty limericks,
And now my gaze be drawn by thine,
And slim are the chances I'll find my spine,
And speak what lines
My mind,
And heart, do cruise together,
Each tugging at the tether
That binds forever,
Hypnotise

Garden of the DeadTonight I walk through the garden of the dead.
I can hear the bones rattling in their wooden beds.
I hear the wakeful spirits wail and weep
as I dig a hole for you, six feet deep.
A hole deep enough to make sure that you’ll never walk again.
Every one of these graves is a result of my own sin.
The winds whistle and the trees groan,
the rain pounds upon my back and the voices grow louder with every moan.
I lift my head to wipe the water from my brow and an startled by what I have found:
The dead have dug their way up back through the ground!
Skeletal hands break through the dirt trying to grab at me.
They barely missed as I tried to flee.
Taking a look around me, I shuddered.
I was surrounded by the bones of every one I have murdered.
I cried out for God, for Satan, for anyone!
The end of my life had just begun.
They closed in on me, dancing about in an grotesque charade.
I would soon join the dead in their morbid parade.

Brief And Staggering Heights

Ten seconds is all it took.
He sees her, talks to her,
Falls in love, they get married,
Have fights over who-cares,
They have children,
They get careers,
They have affairs,
They talk about separation,
They decide to stay together,
And that’s the first five seconds.
In the next five seconds,
He forgets her face.
Romanticism is wasted
On some people.

There is a time at night,
It is seldom seen.
That chill down your neck
Is not from any cold weather.
At this one time,
The puddles on the street
Turn into vast mirrors of ice.
The streetlamps reflect
And shine in your eyes,
and for those brief moments,
I can walk on w

In Plain Sight, I Hide ThemI don't keep my problems on display
They are cracks in the ceiling
Hidden where no one looks
For I fear what they would think

BezalelThe shadow of God broke into the room,
Lit people's hair on fire, said it was to bless
Writ large on the wall was a certain doom,
and we were encouraged to confess

Lit people's hair on fire, said it was to bless,
Made their teeth and tongues form other words,
and we were encouraged to confess,
In the name of Holy birds.

Made their teeth and tongue form other words,
Words that praised the glory,
In the name of Holy Birds
They told a long forgotten story.

Words that praised the Glory,
Hands that built the place,
They told a long forgotten story,
of a skilled man of a lost race.

Hands that built the place
Wood to carve out a ho

An Ultrasound of the Mindsodden moments stretch before me,
congealed blue liquid gracing their surfaces—
an ultrasound in process,
the deeper view revealing nothing.

what can you do when gravity betrays you?
my thoughts are so weighted down,
(with tears and past I wish I'd never had)
they've fallen and broken
my vision and my logic-
so I can't see anything clearly

except memories, distorted by reality
and footsteps that lead to a door I can't find.

(I looked deeper and
I only found splintered pieces
I didn't remember giving away)

upon further reflection,
it still reveals nothing
(the splinters remain
like thorns in my side)

Shroom Tea and Space Cake"Daydreaming on the sweetened grass,
I patiently wait for the planted seeds to sprout..."

Ribbons of blue fall fast from the heavens,
tickling me with their comical tails.

Umbrellas of bland and beige shiver themselves dry,
splashing me with shocks of vibrant paint.

Grand arrows bolt dazzlingly from unknown dwellings,
shocking the blue to white.

Soundless formless forms shimmer to solid shapes,
surrounding me in an impenetrable line for battle.

Warping, morphing reptiles enclose around me,
their knowing eyes staring accusingly.

Interrogation of incomprehensible nonsense begins,
bombarding me with insensible demands.

Leading the

We Are OneIn the eyes of society, in love
Age distance should be the same
Races should not be blended
Faiths should be the same.
But those things should not matter
Because in love, in my eyes,
We are one.

In the eyes of society, in friendship
Tastes should be the same
Personalities should be the same
Talents should be equal.
But those things should not matter
Because in friendship, in my eyes,
We are one.

Society is a cruel mistress
Who cares not about what we say and do.
What she doesn't understand is that
We all have one body, one mind,
And one voice that shouts,
"We are one."

FreedomFreedom

Such an easy word to say
To have it roll off of your tongue
Leaving behind such a sweet taste

However

Can we truly say that we are free?
Can we truly say such a thing when all around us is red tape?

Red tape that is glistening with the blood of the millions that have died and suffered in order to protect our precious 'freedom'

As their blood slowly drips down to the floor
Your pupils dilate
Your breath quickens and becomes shallow

All as you realize that the price of your precious 'freedom' has been paid ten-fold in the warm, deep red, blood and pain of innocents

This foolish human notion of freedom does not exist in this

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Poverty

by ~Mysticstar875, Mar 1, 2012, 7:53:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Wash the crimson away--
The red that paints this city.
Take my slumber away--
The horrors in every dream.

I'm falling on my knees,
Begging you--
Please,
Please,
Please,
Spare one last night for me.

This Afghan poverty
Makes me plead--
Please,
Please,
Please,
Death stop shadowing me.

Chase these ravens away--
Hunger that hunts so many.
See children waste away--
This plague we call poverty.

Povertyby ~Mysticstar875

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Every 11 seconds, a child dies of poverty. The war in Afghanistan has left so many people homeless and dying. Statistics show the average age in Afghanistan is 17, while in America, the average is 44. 1 in 5 kids here dies before the age of 5. It's so sad.

I attempted to write a structured poem based on a child in poverty. This is the most worked-on poem I've done yet. Hopefully it shines through and gives a smidgen of an idea to those that have no idea what's going on across the world.

Also--I promised that the next literary writing I put out there would go out to

because I noticed how loyal she was to my work. Commenting, favoriting, everything. Thanks for the support!

Critique by ~aillin1 Jul 6, 2012, 9:04:08 PM

The originality of the issue which this work speaks of means little compared to the creative effort and technique put into it. However the fact still remains that the issue is spoken of often.
I think, though the technique could be improved, it is a remarkable work. The vision and passionate thought put into this piece of literary work is superb.
The work speaks to me of the pain and suffering being experienced around the world in less fortunate places. It speaks of death and chaos.

I wish to give my honest congratulations to the author, and my honest opinion of the work.

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Critique by ~NotenSMSK Jul 4, 2012, 2:54:32 AM

This is a nice poem from various perspectives.

First if we consider the theme then it is based on a very serious issue no matter how much it has been discussed beforehand. Bringing up such an issue without losing the integrity of it being a poem and not a factual report is worth noting.

Then the style, way of expression you have used is unique and unlike many "super unique" works that bore me on first sight, it was pleasing to me. A little shard here is the specification of the word Afghan. While it is not used in a negative sense, it induces though as to whether it could hold deeper more sinister meaning or not (not my opinion, just stating).

Lastly the ending is very well done and closes the poem well.

so I would say a very well done work!

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!cIassica Mar 3, 2012 Writer

_{you're a lovely person for supporting those children, and raising awareness.
this truly touched my heart. ♥}

~Mysticstar875 Mar 3, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks! It really bothered me that there wasn't much writings about this, so I took ot upon myself to do what others aren't.

!cIassica Mar 3, 2012 Writer

_{you're welcome! and yes, so i've noticed. you've inspired me! (:}

~DelightDreamer Mar 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow this is quite inspiring, but so sad at the same time. Good Job for showing interest towards those poor children and dedicating this poem for them I bet they would be much appreciated. Again, good job!

~Mysticstar875 Mar 1, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks!

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