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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.

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...

A Rebel's BloodI lived on hollow promises and
dreams as thin as mist.

And kings and lords
who offer gold
in return for my head.

Through the Golden Palace Gates
I'm met with oaths, made to be broken.
I'm met with lies and truths, unspoken.
I'm met with eyes that have seen what I
never dreamed of seeing.
And eyes of crying, blind, fresh beings.
I'm met with suffocated desires.
I'm met with raging hateful fires.

There's a masked man who was paid
a few million pieces to chop my head.
He raises a sword. All what there ever was fades.

I shut my eyes...
I breathe.

on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
apology.

i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.

you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon

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.

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.

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.

BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind

Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
Young haters,
Young liars,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.

Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it a

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.)

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

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

Second BestI always win silver, never gold;
I'm constantly pushed to the
Back seat of life, envious eyes
Fixed on the powerful driver's seat.

Someone is better than me, not
Once but annoyingly all the time.
I give the essence of passion and
Yet modesty lacks bright success.

Perhaps throwing my hands up
In the air with defeat is the
Only good thing in my miserable life;
I will always be second best.

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i sit... i thinki sit
and contemplate
my death in this
this darkened room

i think
should it be
slow and painful
as is my life

i sit
and wonder aloud
how many times have
i been in this position

i think
mostly out loud
about which manner
of death i would choose

i sit
and run through
countless options
of death and dying

i think
that the rope would
be much too long
and the gun to short

i sit
and number other
options of life ending ways
common to us as humans

i think
that I shall have to
give much more thought
to such a matter

darkness...darkness falls constantly
though the sun is still
eternally shining bright

this clouding of my thoughts
is but a constant reminder
of who and what i am

darkness appears at all hours
not just as the sun sets in the west
but also as it rises in the east

this overcast that pervades
my constantly stormy mind
is but a never ending battle

darkness engulfs my happiness
never forewarning me of when
or where it shall appear

as sudden as a summer tempest
this smile shall quickly turn sour
the most ugliest of scowls

darkness wraps my world
in a blanket of discontent
as would six feet of dirt

the eternal cycle...the wellspring of life
is bursting forth
from under the slowly
vanishing blanket of snow

tiny tendrils of green
push forth from
the sleeping carpet
that waited its time

all that has slept
this winter past
is springing forth
in joyous celebration

birds twittering
and squirrels chattering
remind one that
winters temporary death
is slowly coming to its end

spring has launched
and soon summer’s heat
shall be upon our
upturned faces
caressing our lives

autumn shall return
with ever changing colors
its brilliance blinding
but also once again
winters sleep shall be upon us

the dawn of forgetting...the dawn of forgetting
leads to remembrances
of times once shared
wrapped tightly in your embrace

the entirety of your soul
leads to longing for your love
your tender caresses
once again upon this body

once upon a time
when serenity was realized
the world was filled with colors
that has now since faded

gray clouds now block the sun
that once shined down so brightly
on the epic of our once true love
which was to be eternally destroyed

sinking...I sink ever so deeply
Into the quicksand
Of my being

This black hole
An inescapable vortex
Of insane gray matter

It consumes my energy
Like no other power
On this planet

Recharging constantly
Reproducing effortlessly
It consumes insatiably

Reminding me daily
Of its power and control
Over all aspects of my being

no escape...there is never any escaping
the one that is you
past, present and future

you are always there
to constantly remind yourself
of your human frailties

your weaknesses
always seem to overpower
whatever strengths you muster

your are ever present
in all your daily doings
always watching, criticizing

every aspect of your world
the one of your creation
is open to constant ridicule

the very essence of you
is your worst enemy
the one that you can never escape

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tired...

by *AlwaysAnUnquietMind, May 17, 2009, 5:17:07 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

it’s no use
this may be
my swan song
the last hurrah

everything is
now headed
in one direction
a solution

all of
life’s problems
are weighing
me down

no one to
turn to
and nowhere
to go

the solution
seems simple
just put an end
to all the pain

tired...by *AlwaysAnUnquietMind

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~kallia-goldenwings May 19, 2009

just know there is more that pain in the earth you just have to find the good

~oWilloWo May 17, 2009

My thoughts exactly.

~CaronCecilia May 17, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

very emotional....well done....

*AlwaysAnUnquietMind May 18, 2009

thank you...

~CaronCecilia May 18, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

you're welcome!

~bookworm-87 May 17, 2009

it'll get better, keep your hopes up.it's always darkest before the dawn or something like that.
are you ok?

*AlwaysAnUnquietMind May 18, 2009

just ok...

~Wombat-Pentagram May 17, 2009

oh dear.. this is soo sad.. i hope it gets better soon dear.. you seem to be such a lovely person.. it just sucks.. i hope you find someone to take you and look after you..

*AlwaysAnUnquietMind May 18, 2009

thanks...

~Wombat-Pentagram May 18, 2009

you are welcome dear..

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