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Just a ThoughtYou know the irony of life
is that you have these dreams and ideas
about where you want to be,

but once you get there
you start to dream about where you came from,
where you’ve been.

I suppose that’s part of the circle of our lives,
like the hands of a clock going round.
If only we could wind it back
and return to a time when the dream first began,

we might find
it really wasn’t all that important
to begin with.

Mindless HeartstringsCut my heartstrings
Toy with my mind,
Hide me from the world,
By turning me blind.

Chemical ReactionPoint a gun to my head or force me to bleed
Everyone has something to believe
The drunk and alone

If your passionate your also stoned
Either your alive or dead or just hanging by a thread
Life has the point all you need is the direction

Satisfaction is key to distraction
Shots ring out are you ready for death or a chemical reaction.
This legal demonstration and fixed frustration is only the beginning

Total annihilation in this severed mind.
What's left behind in my subconscious

Blind are my eyes that can't see the details
The scrips that portray the story
Books get you hooked on knowledge and the murder she wrote.

Noticing MeEvery night,
I cry myself to sleep.
And while I sleep,
I dream.

I dream that I’ll be noticed,
Not shut off in a cage,
I dream that I’m full of joy,
Not full of rage.

But when I wake up,
In the morning, hoping,
That my dream was reality,
I find myself not coping.

So I close myself away,
And I listen to sad songs,
And I’m ignored by all,
All day long.

I call for my mum,
And she answers, but doesn’t reply,
So I bury myself away,
And inside, I cry.

When my friends call for me,
But ignore when I’m there,
I wonder if I should blank them,
But never would I dare.

Maybe I’m too soft,
Unhuman, perhaps.
But if

Free SoulLiving pure,
Living free,
That is how I want to be.
A wild bird in the trees,
Doing by all means
To survive,
Stay alive.
No matter what, I must not die.
I will take on
Everything and everyone.
I will take on myself,
Force the past off of the shelf.
I will free myself of my mind,
Which once again has left me behind.
And I will finally end this pain,
For once, I will let it rain.
The rain can clean the stains,
And wash away the pains
Of loneliness and suffering,
The product of never-ending falling.
I will let my heart become one
With my soul, now I will run my own show.
I will make bad choices,
I will not listen to the voices,
I can finally breath easy,
Knowing my path is not as windy.
Finally, I can live purely.
Without this past, I can live freely.
This is how I've always wanted to be,
I'm a wild bird in the trees,
Surviving by all means.
And no matter what, I will not die.
Because my soul will always be alive.

Poetry On The WallsNobody wants
To hang poetry on their walls
For all
the heavier lines
would fall
and the word soaked walls
would pine
and be pained
like a poets pen does
When a poet's heart rains

The poet starts writing
finding insightful sightings
into the poets own mind
though the feeling
is a lonely one
and the reeling
thoughts knot
and won't come undone
if the words of the poet
are hurt
they will show it
And the world will know
It can't be slowed
To accommodate those
Left behind in a pile
Of wavering words
Either gentle or vile

Words of love
Or words of life
Become something of
A struggle to stifle
The muddled mouth's attempts
To bend a lies rival

Yet

Arms Like CanvasI don't know your name.
Only the hate lines on your wrist,
the story-lines you write there,
the hints everyone has missed.
I'm sorry we've all crushed you,
let your halo fall,
My head hangs here in shame,
as I speak for humanity, for us all.
It's a sick, sad world,
when 15 can be the last year.
When faggot, worthless, and fatass are thrown around like salutations,
as we drown in a sea of hushed prayers and fear.

DISCLAIMER

the stage is set
the lights are lit
if no one comes
get over it
the sound is right
the pose is struck
no promise made
not to suck
watch your step
you may fall
face first
into the brawl
take a seat
not too close
no apologies
for bloody nose
opinions count
but not here
put them all
up your rear
forget everything
you think you know
just shut up
and enjoy the show.

Fairytales"No more glass slippers,
It's time to grow up.
Forget the fairy tales,
The ones you used to love.

No more lying puppets,
Or boys who never age,
It's time to think like an adult,
Where the economy is a cage.

Cinderella's married,
Snow White isn't dead.
Aurora is awake now
Get the thoughts out of your head."

But they all live in castles,
Or happily in another place,
They're kind and gold of heart,
and Beautiful of face.

Is it so bad to remember,
Those who taught us all?
They reminded me when all was bad,
there was always love to call.

They told me to be bold,
to follow only my heart,
And though it's not always wise,
Believe the best in the

A Pencil's Life A Pencil's Life
I sit on the shelf,
Day by day.
I wait for someone to pick me up,
But I don't see anyone coming.
Each week,
new pencils arrive,
and I only get pushed to the back.
It's the 19th of August,
And almost time for school,
It's the time where most pencils get picked,
But I,
No,
I just sit and wait
for another year to go by.
I'm the last one on the shelf,
And it's almost time for school,
But alas,
Someone has picked me up.
They take me home,
And put me away,
So that I am ready for the first day!
I am excited!
I am restless!
I can't wait for tomorrow.
It is finally morning,
And I am ready,
to take on what comes at me.
I was sharp,
But now I'm dull.
I can't wait for the next day to come.
Once I'm sharpened,
I'm ready to go,
Ready to take on more challenges.

Only Then Do I Remember YouOnly the dreams, the stories…
They come in flashes, little spurts from time to time…
Only then do I remember.
When the songs of your favorite artists come to ear,
Those lyrics come to mind,
Those memories flash right back.
Only when your name comes up,
Or the pictures reappear.
Only when my mind wanders,
Most often seldom and random,
To times and places long forgotten,
Only then do I remember.
Only then do I remember you.

runrun and run and run
until the day is done
you cannot overcome
the setting of the sun
but when the world's away
and when the mice do play
then you and I will stay
away for ever and a day.
so run with me and run
until we see the sun
away from the ravage of time
until you are with me and mine

To pierce the veil of nightA weary worn traveler strung out from miles of life’s highway stream
I am an unwilling an endless sojourner racing blindly toward the veil of night, a chance to dream. Adrift in the surreal tunnel-visioned plane of nascent sleep, I lay down, a dog-tired sailor upon the lissome luxury of satin sheet.

Pestiferous feelings of loneliness fervidly plague weighing an already heavy mind, as dreams whisk me away on yet another journey of a different kind. Now lavishly adorned in the velvet cloak of night, I embark a swift winged spirit upon unconscious flight.

Paroxysms of longing grow ardent with each passing night, as my hearts appetenc

Acheyep yep the veil is us
yet yet they fail the trust
next step betrayal is dust
next says the cable is cut

PolarThere are days when I want to
shout;
scream with the might of the world and
run
until I can no longer feel my legs.
Days where I want to make
a miracle,
or go on a life-changing journey;
create memories that I will
someday tell my children about.
These are the days
when the world is infinite
and nothing is impossible.

However, there are some days
that I feel nothing,
and there is no greater urge in the day
than to lay down,
curl up in a ball,
and simply
breathe.

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Without a hand to hold
Without someone to keep him safe at night
Without a family to call his own

She was a sad, broken-hearted little girl
Without someone to love
Without a hand to hold her heart
Without a mother to call her own

All they had was GI love
Hand-me-downs and smoggy skies
And every night they cried to God
Why me, why oh why

That's the only thing you can think to ask
When you're a broken-hearted teen
With only a nun to raise you right
Why God, why me

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Simply amazed
Completely attached
Caught up in your
Webs of enchantment

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I've drunk
Your magic draught
I'm all yours
For the plundering
Wouldn't run if I could

We're starbound now
I'm headed for the clouds
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I soar into the sky

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Cold with KitsToo full of kits to go off to hunt
I remained behind
I waited in my stone cold den
For seven days and nights
Finally I howled out in pain
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I birthed six sons and daughters
To fatigued to cry again

I was abandoned
Or so it seemed to me
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A mother on her own
Rail thin with a heavy heart
Don't know what to do

Run out across the tundra
Broken as it is
Try to find some sustenance
My family can't provide
Hope to have the milk I need
For my babies to survive

Return to my dragon's lair
Ice cold with frozen fur
Kits are cold and hungry
And as they eat I cry
Iced spiked tears
Smeared with blood

Silver GoddessThe silver goddess had a son
And he wasn't too very bright
No matter what she tried to do
He would never try to learn
He wouldn't listen to her words
He didn't care the things she offered him
Horses, toys, or pretty gifts
They weren't worth a thing to him

He had a loving mother
Wrapped around his fingertips
It didn't matter he was lazy
She was a goddess through and through
She only wanted the best for him
Her handsome pretty boy

She brewed a cup of knowledge
To let him learn without a fuss
Set someone else to watch it
He might have had a sip

She got distracted from her pretty son
Not the servant's fault he was curious
He s

LifeLife is a circus
Full of lonely fools
With silly tricks
That rarely work
Where nine times
Out of ten
No one attends
And all you are
Is another attraction
Another freak in the show
The ringmaster orders
To follow his rules
And obey him
And worship blindly
Above all others
Him and all he is
And when the stands
Are ever full
It's with crazy folk
Your animal antics
Serve to entertain
You are only there
To amuse other folk
And right before you die
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You realize what a lie
The whole premise
Of living your life
The way you do
Can be and is
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Youre Not My Muse

by ~Cerrilynne, Jul 20, 2004, 11:25:22 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Urban & Spoken Word

Write a poem for me,
Darling.
What about? Oh, anything
It doesn’t really matter.

Just don’t make it
Dark or emotive.
Don’t give it meaning.
Don’t try to hard.
Don’t give it feeling.

I just want to se you smile.
You’ve got a gift.
I just want to see you
Use it for good.

You need to be brighter.

What do you mean?
You’ve got to wait
For your muse?
I’m your muse!
Aren’t I telling you
What to do?

It’s not flat.
You’ll enjoy it!
You need to smile more.
You need brightness
In your life more.

Subvert your morals,
For me.
Don’t you love me?
Why won’t you do this
For me?

Write me a poem,
Darling.
What do you mean
I don’t understand
Your muse?
I’m your muse!

Aren’t I telling you
What to do?

Youre Not My Museby ~Cerrilynne

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Urban & Spoken Word

A thousand apologies to Nora...

And this is one of my VERY VERY VERY FEW poems that uses punctuation. It's also one of the few satires, and the few that are meant to be read aloud with a certain kidn of inflection

~lesbian-harlequin Sep 6, 2004

I feel like that sometimes..and I think about Emily Dickinson's poem..just can't recall the title...

~Panther-Nora Jul 20, 2004

YES! I love it! It's perfect!
*clickies the +fav button*

~Cerrilynne Jul 20, 2004 Writer

LOL! I'm glad you like it. I was afraid you'd get pissed at me, lol.

~Panther-Nora Jul 20, 2004

I couldnt get pissed. It said everything perfectly.

~Cerrilynne Jul 20, 2004 Writer

Lol, I just wasn't sure if you'd get mad at me for writing about your life. Some people do.

But I couldn't not write it, and I couldn't not post it, lol.

~Panther-Nora Jul 20, 2004

For future reference, feel free to write about me all you want.
More power to you if something I say lights a demonic spark in your brain.

~Cerrilynne Jul 20, 2004 Writer

Fwee!

~Panther-Nora Jul 20, 2004

Fwee!

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