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I Don't Miss AdolescenceMy sister calls to ask me if I'll do her makeup;
Mami promised that she would, but she's tired
and screamed when Maria reminded her senior prom
is tonight. She says, "I have a hickey on my neck,
something she doesn't want to cover, and you've always
done a better job of highlighting the subtle graces
inherent to my bone structure, the angles we share."

I say, "That's okay, but I can't pick you up,"

so she arrives in a flourish of exasperations,
telling me all the family business, waving her nails
in my face and talking about the pain of her extensions.
She says, "Do you think we need yellow concealer?
I plan to take pictures, and the last
Onyx DreamsOnyx Dreams
 
Fluctuations of sound waves vibrate the floor,
While the lights of my room glow brilliantly,
But as time winds down and my energy starts its decline,
My vision gets blurry and listening becomes hearing,
And hearing becomes simple background noise,
While Palaceer Lazaro’s words become filmy intonations
Yet, still creating a motion picture full of abstract images,
In my mind full of words and phrases that do nothing but stay stagnant,
And Slumber begins to wrap her warm hands around my head,
As she sweetly begins to pull me into black depths of rest,
A state of unconsciousness that will take me on a journey,
Through the grey abyss we call the center of our nervous system,
And once I fall into the pit of nothingness, the pit of onyx, for those few hours,
I will transform into an atramentous being with aphotic wings,
Because “black is free……..”
You were cold insideYour lips tasted of
summer, of warm days and
cherry-flavoured ice,
relaxing by the
pool side and
smiling against the sun.

You should have been too hot,
too sticky, too humid.
You should have
overheated, should have
melted into your bones until
they turned to ashes, but
it never happened.

I suppose I should have
seen it coming, but
I was so moonstruck over
the way you said my name, so
in love with the idea
of love, that I
didn't notice the way
your eyes bled
winter.
The HourglassWatch the hands go round and round.
Ahhhh, how long have I been sitting here,
Listening to the grandfather clock?
Watching him ticking away?
Watching the polished wood yellow and rot?
And with every sound he makes
More maggots eat his wooden flesh.

Every grain that falls is an eternity!
In the firelight you can see the glass.
The dust that coats the cracking bulb,
Listening to the sand that trickles down.
Listening to the passing hours.
With every grain that filters through
Another man sleeps eternally.

The sundial stands defiant!
From my leather chair I see it!
It stands defiant in the plaza below me!
Standing in the moonlit night.
Standin
7 - The Pet PoetI remember when Mommy bought you
a black-haired pet for your sweet sixteenth.
Its bronze collar said its name was "Poet."
You fed it noise from the out-of-tune piano,
intense moments involving flesh and razors,
and the occasional walk by the lake.

At first, he knew only the wolf's howl,
purging blood and flames onto the carpets.
Everywhere was a smell of extravagance --
like that woman's cheap perfume on the train to work.
But you cried a little less,
smiled a bit more.
And that was when Daddy stopped
trying to send it back to the shelter.

Soon, you even started watching T.V.
(and enjoyed food, dressed nice, made friends.)
But T
nothing specialthey tell you not to give up
because you have potential--
and to the ones who simply enjoy
you're probably fantastic
but to those who do
you're simply mediocre,
nothing to bat an
eyelash at.

you're not quite bad enough
to quit, but you're not
great enough to be
remembered.
unrequitedyou make my words
gather at the hollows
of my throat
until i choke on them.

my fingers ache to
hold you--
but my eyes ache to
cry.

you're nothing but heart break
wrapped in a bow
of something beautiful,
like the dust of grace from
fallen angels.

i drink a little faster and
cry a little harder
because the way whiskey and tears
mingle on my lips
tastes suspiciously of love.
VIIEncore un peu de cendre
Au coin de tes lèvres
Parolescentes

J'épluche tes souhaits
Tu laves le ciel
En vain

Et dans ce vent chaud
Des milliers de pétales
De peau
SeppukuA blue sky greets me as I kneel to the ground.
I hear the rushing wind and the sacred water sound.
The cold, grey stone upon my knee,
As I prepare myself for eternity.

I take a solemn look at my silent crowd,
Those cruel, dark faces scream so loud.
They want me to do the final deed.
I'll plunge the tanto in. They'll see me bleed.

I look for a while at my full rice bowl,
And prepare for the next cycle of my soul.
What shall I be? A man or god?
Shall my next life be lived in the mud and sod?

I finish quickly so we don't delay.
By now the light is fading away.
I take up the pen and start to write,
To put brush to paper is one last delight.

"
Left AloneYou want me to leave you alone?  I'll leave you alone.

You want me to buy you a cake and a knife?  Sure I'll do that.

So, what else do you need me to do?  OK.  That should be easy to do.

Here I go, walking to and fro, to unknown destination just so I can please you.

You hate my guts, huh?  Well, to be honest, and I will not lie, I hate your guts too.

You see me and I see you, walking past each other each and everyday - We do not smile.

I often invision you surrounded by flames and you invision me drowning in the sea.

And here is my question to you: Why do you hate me so much?

You snarl as you echo my words: Why do YOU hate me so much?
Thinking.Thinking without thought,
Not thinking about a lot.

Thinking about what it how it would be,
To have a thoughts as endless as the sea.

Thinking about the passing time,
About the mountains I have not climbed.

Thinking about a world gone by,
And about the big blue sky.

Thinking about love so sweet,
And of life crumbling at my feet.

To think about everything vast as it seems,
Would take as long as counting dreams.

So to think without a thought,
And not to think about a lot.

Would carry on an endless dream,
And let time unravel at it's seams.
No wordsI don't like to talk.
I feel that words cannot truly express what I feel.
When I am filled with emotion, I can find no word that can express what I feel to the fullest.
There is no word beautiful enough to describe this joy, no word horrible enough to describe this hate, no word ugly enough to describe this miserable existence.
a small dosage per daysorrow makes its way into my cup of tea every morning
so I add more spoonfuls of sugar into it,
hoping the sweetness will overpower the bitterness;

yet, this clever feeling still seeps through the sweet substance
and clings to the sugar's particles,
races through my veins
and scatters in my blood,

making an entire day feel ruined
already.
Equestrian StormEquestrian Storm

I was walking through Canterlot,
as rain beat my plot.
I just didn’t feel right,
before it came into my sight.

The princess of the night,
alone and broken.
What a pitiful sight,
out of my slump, twas awoken.

“Princess, why are you here why are you crying?”

“Because nopony loves our night, I would be better off dying!”

“No Luna no, now that you shouldn’t say!”

“And why ever not, what reason hath you that I should stay?”

“Celestia for one, your sister whom you love.”

“Right sure, the sister from whom to the moon I was shoved.”

“Lu
The Boy Who WaitsThe train rolls past the selfish boy,
The boy who stands and waits forever,
The boy who watches the girl fly past,
And wishes she would get off at his stop.

The boy stuck in circles,
The boy who always needs help,
The shy boy with the social prowess of a shattered rock.

He waits and waits,
And every time she flies past,
He hopes and hopes.

She talks to him often,
But sometimes not so much,
He feels like he’s walking straight when she speaks,
Her words make sense to his boggled mind.

The boy at the station,
With eyes wide in anticipation,
The selfish boy who wishes good things to happen,
The boy who takes things for granted,
Who thin
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#258. The sun always comes up without faili'm sure you've had one of those nights
you don't want to fall asleep
you want it to happen again
you need the night to never end

it's sad when the grey of dawn
pokes its nose from behind curtains
lurking, evilly reminding that
the sun comes up another day
it always does, without fail

pack your memories in a
nice little box
then throw it in the fire
and watch them burn
because let's face it;

you don't count
(and it was all just a dream)
#349. It sounded like a good idea at the timeit was everything
and everyone
overbearing
sensations
let's keep it a secret
let's go back to Vegas
hauntingi have the ghost of
your scent trapped in my senses
get out of my head
236. Second best.at this point
i can honestly say i'm used to being
second best.
i mean, who would settle for me
when they can have her or him
at their whim
who is so much better
than a girl who cuts to feel
alive.

(i wish i was heartless)
108. romeo and rosalinei'd swear we were like
romeo & rosaline:
before she came along
i was the only one
263. She doesn't like music...It was too quiet. She turned on the radio so she wouldn't feel so alone. They had all left her and go, she was so tired. her breath was quiet and slow, she could barely hear it. She might as well be non-existent, dead. She'd much rather be  non-existent, dead.

She remembered driving down a road last summer, with him. He'd asked her what kind of music she liked and she had to give him reality.

"I don't like music, I only really like the noise on the radio."

He'd laughed. She remembered, it had made her smile so wide her cheeks hurt. Now, whenever someone asked her that question, she answered in kind but it wasn't the same. It would never be

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A river of despair
to build the sorrow
mournful cry, the tender feel of flesh
three wishes, any desire
you only, laid beneath me
I love you, you know?
You viciously pummeling
You drawing blood again
You marking me with sin
My skin is your playground, love
Make of it whatever you want
Nothing matches a lover's love on a rainy day
Watch the sweetness fade away
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~Friction-Hipster Oct 17, 2010  Student Filmographer
FINALLY, I AM HERE FROM #LiteraryNihilistCats TO CRITIQUE YOUR WRITING.

I see no grammar errors, which, off the bat, is astounding. It makes me gleam with happiness and wonder and desuuuu. The rhyming is awesome, great links between lines and the rhymes, though simple, don't feel overused. One thing I would suggest however, is watching out for words you've already put down; I spy with my little eye the word "desire" used a few times, and I'm don't know whether that was for repetition or what, but it doesn't feel necessarily natural, so I'd look out for that. The theme in this is great too, like Stockholm syndrome mixed with total sexual pleasure and kind of this empty carcass writing a poem. Love it, love it, love it.

I know, I know, it isn't as long as a typical critique, but I have honors Russian lit to read ;_; I remember signing up for that class... whatta mistake.
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~Haanyaan Oct 18, 2010  Student Writer
Wow, Russian lit... how is it?

Aaaanh! o////o oopsies! I'll try to make something of it! Thanks for the critique you awesome person :hug: :tighthug: :glomp: = )
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~Friction-Hipster Oct 20, 2010  Student Filmographer
It is very very very VERY VERY VERY VERY difficult. ~Lovergirl123 can attest to this, she is in the same course and I bet regrets taking it as much as I do ;_;

Thank you!!! Thanks for taking the time to read my critique and taking it all into consideration!
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~Haanyaan Oct 21, 2010  Student Writer
=) I hope you get through the year and dun die ^^;

No problemo :hug:
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~Catchra13 Aug 31, 2010  Student Traditional Artist
Awww, kinda sad and sweet.
I likes it!
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~Haanyaan Sep 1, 2010  Student Writer
Thank you >///<
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~Catchra13 Sep 1, 2010  Student Traditional Artist
WELCOMES!!!!
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~Kazul9 Aug 29, 2010   Writer
So beautiful and vivid! :D
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~Haanyaan Aug 30, 2010  Student Writer
oh! Thank you very much =D
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~Kazul9 Aug 30, 2010   Writer
No problem! :glomp:
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