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100 T C - 32 - Holy100 Themes Contest - 32 - Holy

Flickering lights
draw your focus
from the holy sight
before you.
The one that no one else
can seem to see.
So you tear your eyes away,
cast them down,
while you're peppered
with insults,
and convictions
of insanity.

Poerty competition: MurderNight's fallen, the street lamps lit,
But if something's right, this isn't it.
I can feel his eyes, boring holes in my brain,
And I run on, through the pouring rain.
Faster and faster, through the night,
Down into an alley, where there's not much light.
I hope to loose him, as I turn a bend,
Oh God, Oh god, not a dead end!
I turn as the footsteps draw near,
I try scaling the wall, I've got to get out of here!
But it's too late, as to the wall I cling,
The click of a gun, the sound of a gunshot, then... nothing.

Poerty competition: FlowersYou died, so many years ago,
Leaving me... almost alone..
But you never really left, you're still there,
Still in the crisp autumn air,
Still in the fields where I used to play,
Still in the roses, that guard your grave every day.

Never DidI used to scoff at people like us
So in love with one another
It used to make me sick
Made me want to drag them
Kicking and screaming into reality
To show them that love is nothing but
A child's fanatasy.

But I never did...

I used to envy those couples
All of them with someone to care for
While I had no one
Oh, how I wanted them to disappear
To leave me in my blissful solitude
Immune to the urges of human touch and need

But they never did...

I used to despise your voice
All the hope, love, and trust in it
It felt like nails on a chalk board
With how I used to be programed
I wanted to grab your tanned throat
And rip out

F A R

~July 11 2005~

I can not leave this place any faster

Grabbing all I can

Placing my life in a burlap bag

Gazing dreamily toward the horizon

A better life lives ahead

Placing my hope in another land

Looking behind me

Leaving this desolate earth

You have hurt me for much too long

You have provided me with nothing but resentment

Fast driving throughout the highways

I can not leave this place any faster

The sun beams at my pale face

Reminding me that it still exist in the glorious sky

Feeling the rapid winds caressing my countenance

While whizzing through the twist and turns of the roads

I am alive

So contend to leave behind

Mil

The life of a lover.When I close my eyes
I see you
I'm always thinking about you
I look at the sky
all I see is joyful tears
falling upon me

I'm loving this joy
I smell these flowers
they kinda remind me of you
you always bloom
you're the only flower
that I would pick

I love your beautiful blue petals
you're... so perfect
I would sleep on your smooth gentle body
until the end of time

you're the one for me
you're so special to me
you make my heart glee
I can't wait to arrive to this enchanted island
soon I will begin a real lover's life with you in my arms

WavesWaves Come Crashing
On To My Shore
Drifting Over The Sand
It Sweeps Me Up
Cradling Me
Before I Know It
Im Far Under It All
I Feel Like Im Drowning
But I Dont Care
Now Im Away From The World
I Have No More Fears
Sinking Deeper
Water Turning Black
Why Arn't I Dead Yet?
A Hand Reaches Down
And Pulls Me Out
I Guess It's Not My Time
But Never The Less
My Time Will Come

...Αλλη μια σελιδα μοναξιας στο ημερολογιο μου..
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Ποσο δυσκολο ειναι να κοιτας βαθια μεσα σου χωρις να θριματιζεις την ψυχη σου
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Drowsy passion and imitationSleep,
Says mummy.
For no one likes drowsy passion.

I don't appreciate fine art,
But that gleam in your eyes,
Shines so familiar.
And that sweet taste of tobacco,
Lingers on your breath.

Fairytales don't exist,
Says daddy,
As he runs his grubby hands
Over my smile.

How can you have travelled the world,
Without leaving the city?
Heaven is a special word...

Reserved only for those
Who cry.

A Puppy Called PubertyA Puppy Called Puberty

It was like keeping a puppy in your underpants
A secret puppy you weren't allowed to show to anyone
Not even your best friend or your worst enemy
You wanted to pat him, stroke him, cuddle him
All the time you weren't supposed to touch him.
He only slept for five minutes at a time
Then he'd suddenly perk up his head
In the middle of school medical inspection
And always on bus rides.
So you had to climb down from the upper deck
All bent double to smuggle the puppy off the bus
Without the buxon conductress spotting
Your wicked and ticketless stowaway.
Jumping up, wet-nosed, eagerly wagging-
He only stopped b

Hall of MirrorsThrough the dark and through the tears
I met you in the Hall of Mirrors

I didn't know you at all before
And now I seem to all the more

Your past, your present and your future
A story of time to hold and treasure

Of hopes and dreams lost and gained
Of fears and scars all sustained

A life that's neither good nor bad
A life of confusion that drives you mad

And somewhere along the journeys way
I notice our likeness day to day

And without thinking who is who
I realize; you are me and I am you

Complete with all my faults and fears
I found myself in the Hall of Mirrors

Poerty- I Love The Way...

I love the way we used to laugh
And share our thoughts with tea
I love the way our mornings began
To find his glasses with me

I love the way he'd hold my hand
And catch me when I fall
I love the way he he'd help me up
And hold me nice and tall

I love the way he made me feel
Like I was all there ever was
I love the way we'd talk all night
I'd fall asleep all full of love.

I love the way I screamed and fell
And cried all I could cry
I love the way I fought the truth
Denied that he could die

I love the way he wrote his words
And his last ones were for me
I love the way he made me hurt
Until I could no longer see

I love the wa

You're the crack in my mirrorYou're the crack in my mirror
You're the rain cloud in my sky
You're the nail in my coffin
You're the sand in my eye
You're the bruise on my heart
You're the tear on my face
You're the pill in my stomach
You're the death in this place
You're the envy of my soul
You're the sting in my tears
You're the poison on my lips
You're the birth of my fears
You're the rope round my neck
You're the slit on my throat
You're the source of my hatred
You're the goodbye I wrote
You're the acid in my bathtub
You're the friend of my foes
You're the figment of my imagination
You're the thorn on my rose
You're the bullet in my gun
You're the

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Blank Stairs

by ~mibi, Sep 8, 2003, 9:26:22 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

"Blank Stairs"

She stairs.
Three flights down is her car.
Sedan.  Four door.  Twenty-one thousand miles.
In circles.

She was an artist once.
The smartest dunce.
Finger paintings mostly.  Never sold a finger print.

Now she works five days for fity weeks. Filing. Typing.
Her sentence is run-on.
Never noticing the tessellating artistry of her cubicle horizon.

Her T's are crossed, eyes are glazed over.
Her tears are seeded
Where the sonnets will grow.
But they hold tight to old sights.
Pupils too contricted from the monitor glow.

She stairs.
Three flights up is the roof.
Sky.  Four clouds.  Twenty one mile view.
In every direction.

Blank Stairsby ~mibi

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

This is another poem that was done for 25 cents per line. It was commissioned by ~natasha-marie and she wanted something about a girl who is completely uninspired... with sad eyes.

I tried.

Poerty, 50 cents per line. [link]

~Dismal-tears Jan 30, 2007

this is really nice

!girldisrupted Dec 13, 2004 Writer

this is a commissioned poem?.. wow is there anything you can't do? writing on request is one of the hardest things to do and i never would have guessed that's what this was if you hadn't said so in the description.
great play on words.

and the subject matter... that is one of the things that terrifies me the most.. the idea that i'll end up stuck in some dead end job doing the one thing i promised myself i wouldnt do... you've handled the topic so well and with so much originality.

~klentex Aug 29, 2004

sad, how many people really are like that when you consider the circumstances. the average person who can't escape a loop, or won't...

!sumants Aug 2, 2004 Writer

No comment. Fix that silly intentional typo. :+fav+

~kaujot Jul 27, 2004

Coming back to it now, I want to critique it, but I find that I am lacking material to critique.

This is as near a perfect work as I have ever seen.

And sorry it took me a day to get around to this. I've been very absent-minded lately.

~mibi Jul 27, 2004

oh hush

.... its nto perfect... i even left a spelling error in there so you can have something to critique...

...but i submitted this almost a year ago...just update the thumbnail which is why its back on your watch...

.. thanks tho kj..

~kaujot Jul 27, 2004

No, it's perfect.

~kaujot Jul 26, 2004

Is it supposed to be "constricted" on the last line of the next-to-last stanza?

~punky-o Jul 21, 2004 Photographer

"her sentence has run on"
punilicious

~deadcow7 Jul 21, 2004

Again, the puns in this poem are very clever. You really manage to use them to get a feeling across. There are two puns I don't really get though: spellings of the words "sentance" and "tessalating".

Good job!

DeadCow

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