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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.

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.

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

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...

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

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.

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

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 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

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

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.

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

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.

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StealThe pixies are out tonight
They come to steal, steal my heart

If they find me, and they always do

My heart will be taken far away
And given to those who will ebb its life away

Then another night, it will return to me
Broken and scratched, scarred and torn

I know that one day, my heart won’t return
It will remain with the liars and fakes,
Too weak to run, and slowly dying

One day, I won’t be able to bounce back
I will be lost

Death _ Cat StyleMy once young paws pounce no more,
My once flexible tail as stiff as an old dead mouse

My joints ache with every move
I struggle awake to my food bowl

My owner looks down at me, with knowing concern
Later that night, a shadow appears to me, like an old friend

It’s time.

Now I float through the clouds, chasing mice
And basking in the sun’s rays, as young as ever

Behind Closed DoorsBehind closed doors anything can happen

Behind closed doors a child may cry out in pain
Behind closed doors come blood-curdling screams

Behind closed doors plots may be made
Behind closed doors lies may be born
Behind closed doors exist mysteries

Behind closed doors the beginning of the end lies

Closed doors should be opened sooner, rather than later
You never know what damage closed doors might hide

CornerPeople are always moving, never thinking,
What could be just around the corner
Or the next corner or the next

Happiness and joy could be waiting gleefully to glomp you,
Or sorrow and anger could be lurking in the shadows

You can never know, things can take an unexpected turn
And then, what will you do?

Value the good moments you have,
For you might never see them again

The MindThe mind is a wondrous thing,
Some think so clearly one way,
Whilst others lean towards another path

Some see simple reasoning behind situations,
Others see simply what they want themselves to see

Some are able to trick themselves into believing a lie,
Whilst others are convinced that all is not what they are told

Some can hate or love
Some can just hate, others just love
Some, both

Others can do all within a small space of time
Never sure what to think, but always hoping
That all will be solved, one day

Not repaired, just solved...

Deceit?Are you really who you seem to be?
Or are you just a liar, with no shame

Do you even care about those you hurt?
Do you ever think the cost of a laugh, may be too much?

I wouldn’t miss you,
But I miss who you used to be,
If that really was you

I am beginning to ask myself why I bother with you anymore

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What She Keeps In

by ~Chemical-Shrimp, Oct 11, 2009, 3:30:30 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

What she keeps in is an all important secret
That is not a secret, but is

^{What she keeps in
Could, and would, cause a change
Of epic per portions}

What she keeps in, is a happiness
Like no other

_{She feels as light and fluttery as a butterfly
And as happy as a clam}

She’s opened a new chapter in life
But no one knows if it is destined to only be a page or two

What She Keeps Inby ~Chemical-Shrimp

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

©2009-2013 ~Chemical-Shrimp

*jamberry-song's prompts list.
I'm not sure about it....

~L-Yau Nov 5, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

i know what you mean

but this new chapter has me in it

IT WILL LAST! mwahahaha

lmao.
and OH MYYYY butterfly butterfly BUTTERFLY! :L:L
<3

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~Chemical-Shrimp Nov 5, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

You were in the last chapter too though

What makes you say that lol
Now you know butterfly/flies really is the trademark for this

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!perso-melodia Oct 12, 2009

liken the last stanza

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~Chemical-Shrimp Oct 12, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

What about the rest of it?

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!perso-melodia Oct 12, 2009

oh and did you like rosie in the latest chapter of holly.?
and and and i call you are helping me with the cappuccino complex

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~Chemical-Shrimp Oct 12, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah, she was peculiar, but an interesting character methinks

Huh?

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!perso-melodia Oct 12, 2009

lol.
thanks and a blog about literature. i'll explain it in a minute

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!perso-melodia Oct 12, 2009

iz cool

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!perso-melodia Oct 12, 2009

lol it was my favourite bit.
the rest was nice.

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