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To the lonely sea and the skyin the dim of twilight
I feel immortal
but I feel blue;
stardust and sun drenched
torsos

watercolor pain

like the desert misses the rain

I remember you:
a sky of smog
coasting on thin ice,
limbs tangled
around the
sextile sun and uranus

bones

dust

insomnia on the silvermoon

but I am the wayward child
and there's a hole in my soul,
so please show me

show me what the stars look like tonight.

SenescenceBefore the rain,
all the leaves are brown.

Here's to green memories -
but the tree that loves its leaves
will never know the art of aging.

You found love in our yellow room,
but winter's holding my hand;
it won't be long.

When somebody says your name for the last time,
they gently take your life.

Clarity"Come. You be a gear right here,"
she dares and she is tempting. I admit,
enclosed worlds don't appeal to me.
I am embers on the highway.
I'll forge myself into something greater.
The harvest suits me not, so forth I'll go;
judge me not.

Show me how the sun rises.
Even in the dead of winter,
I am scorched like the Earth from the inside-out.
The heat of this nameless, godless desert is trapped within my wounds.

Follow the shuffling feet,
the bloodied shapes
like patchwork hope sewn together from someone else's sacrifice.
Unmistakable, undeniable, guilty;
but the answer will have escaped you.
With the perfect clarity of ragged eyes
all become

UsedA pillow soaked with tears.
My tears.

I cry all the time out of lonlieness now.

When will you love me again?
Or will you just use me?
Really now, be honest.
Truthful.
Hate me? Why? i've been nothing but nice!

And I've always cared.
Now you're leaving.
You don't care anymore.
Try is all I did.
However, you just used me.
I only wanted a best friend.
Now you don't want me.
Good grief!

Tell me what I did wrong!
Oppressed you? Never!

Your ideas were always great!
Ooutstanding, evem! You're gone now. You don't care.
Used me. That's all I ever was to you.

WishesSo many people wish upon stars.
How many secrets do they hold?
Oh, it must be over a million,
Over a billion.
Trillions at least.
I can't even imagine how many there must be.
Not one person hasn't tried it.
Great, dark skies with tiny, twinkling lights.

Stars are trusted by people.
They never tell your secrets.
And they always listen.
Rise of the sun, the disappear.
Set of the sun, they are back to hear.

I should write this down.holy shit I should write this down -

the bad advice kills me;
like self publish WAY before they're ready.
how can we make it better?

you don't write to get a DD;
you write something awesome and then get a DD because you're there.

you don't pay to be published.

publishing isn't the end all be all.

we're ready for you.

whatever befalls the last star in the skyBeautiful Doom,
oh, she falls
93 million miles from the sun, part ii

in an inhuman race [8/365]
the world is going down
and she cradles the sky in her arms
and wonders the whereabouts of God

LonelyBy myself again.
I don't go anywhere.
To do anything. So I sit there,
Twining my fingers together in boredom.
Except - I don't have to be.
Really. I could call a friend.

The answering machine picks up.
Eventually I leave a message to call me back.
And I cry, because I hate being alone.
Rewinding my VHS tape, I play my favourite movie.
Sad one, though. It's Fried Green Tomatoes.

I hate being alone.

Cause it hurts. It's scary.
Radical thought run through my head when I'm alone.
You guys, please don't leave me, I request as tears run down my face...

AvoidingWhen you're not here, I feel empty.
How much? A lot.
You're avoiding me.

And I'm sad.
Remember me? Or have I become invisible again?
Exceptional. That's what you used to call me.

You used to want to hang out all the time.
Outstanding, the way things change so suddenly.
Underneath my covers, I feel scared I'll lose you.

And yet, i don't call you. Because I'm scared of you, too.
Very much so. I don't want to be yeled at.
Only -
I miss you so much.
Do you miss me?
I waant to talk to you! But you're -
Not talking to me anymore.
Good grief, do you not want me anymore?

Maybe you don't. You could have told me, instead of breaking my heart.
Eve

What is Hallowed and CommonI don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.

I think.

I see all these other people moaning and groaning about it
Because they haven't found anyone yet.
They use that word for it? "Found"?
What, is it something you just stumble across without meaning to?

If that's it, love sounds pretty damn inconvenient.
I mean, you're not prepared for it.
You don't know exactly what to do with it,
the first time.

And things like that mess up everything.

Those star-eyed idiots say it isn't so.
That it's supposed to be unexpected.
Well, so is a mug

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whew...this took a while.... i had a full clip of poerty lying around so i thought id infuse some artsy fartsy skills and create some art poerty... this isnt my usual style but people like it... so i hope you do as well...

the original was done in 3000x2000 but i scaled it down for you modem users

thanks to n03ll3 and kipton for the masking tips

the non-art poerty is submitted here incase your get frustrated [link]

enjoy!

~aixerona May 14, 2004

flows even better with a background to back it up. like i said, the first verses are perhaps a little hesitant, but the rest just flows evenly easier by the word. keep working at this style and get better, exploit it while it's still new, fresh. your sense of rhythm is perfect, don't lose it. the background made me realize even more, the words have their own beat, the bits of dislocated phrases are better joined with the rhythm of it all, that's why you have to try to be the least hesitant as possible. don't let me see that the first lines are actually first lines, first trials, and especially never ever let me think that you ran out of things to say and needed to finish this up in a hurry. if you ever do run out of things to say, leave it for today and come back to end it tomorrow. take a walk outside, see new faces, hear the words in the streets and all around, you'll come back with plenty (too much perhaps) to write.
hope i helped. visit me sometime, lol.

~cocoon Aug 23, 2003

confusing..but that's the point, i guess...and i liked it...it has rhythm.

~beth004 Jun 4, 2003

I love it. I think this is the best abstract poetry I have seen yet and a nice background to boot. Nothing to really critique here. I give you kudos and I really love it. It's great. Keep up the good work and I can't wait to see if you give ~critiqueme some more of your stuff to look at.

~sweetroar Jun 3, 2003

Love the poetry and the background is very well done!

~octoberry Jun 2, 2003 Hobbyist Writer

This is so nice! The words... the back ground :D (Big Grin)

Also thanks for commenting on my work very much appreciated Hug

~pheozed Jun 2, 2003

oh.. pretty handsome work you've done there.. Thumbs Up

~manic Jun 2, 2003

brainstorm indeed! :D (Big Grin)

uh..

wicked..

~iamnophotographer Jun 2, 2003 Hobbyist Photographer

i was confused at the first reading since it's the first time i read a poetry done this way. After reading it 2 times again (hey i'm slow LOL

) i really went with the flow and realized all the beauty related to the art (background) wich is more than great. beautiful scene and work.

~mlthorne Jun 1, 2003 Photographer

WTF. i was gone all weekend, and when i get back, this is freaking blowing my mind. i had to read it like 5 times to get it all. holy freaking cow.

ok

like every one else said, great play on words, but i really like the red theme. and the blending of faces and people is cool with out saying. so good job. yah, after pics of bus stop chairs, and political cartoons of rummy, i never would have suspected you of this. cool. good job.

!thezebras Jun 1, 2003

Sweet Buttah!!! Generally I read the first line of artsy poetry and have to stop myself from poking my eyeballs out, but your work kept me laughing and riveted to my chair till the end... Kudos on the drug ring around your finger... a joke i will give you credit for until the end of time.

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