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she won first prizeI am her science fair project

She wants to slap a blue ribbon
across my forehead
She hopes to flood my skin
with glitter and sequins
She's a devious first grader
Presenting her newly caught pet to her parents

I am a name on her list of achievements
I am a trophy standing proud upon her wall
I am her science fair project

She won first prize.

Kevin,remember the night we fell in love?
no that's not right, you wouldn't because that was all me.
it felt a little like being hit by a car, even though I wouldn't
know how that feels since I've never been hit by one but I'm sure
it's got to be something like this.

remember when I first tried to kiss you and you pulled back,
my veins were knotted; glowing with adrenaline and you turned
away and smiled into the smokers cabin. when you came back
you grinned and you leaned in and you kissed me, but before
I could open my eyes you were gone.

remember the first time I went to your place, we lay in your
bed attached by our knees, and we

DreamatoriumDrifting back, slipstream, sun-dappled water
Mossy trees, smooth sliding imagination
Peaceful Pagan soul riding the breeze
Birds chirping, distant laughter
So very long ago now

I used to believe in something, didn't
have to hold back my rage at the world
Used to believe that the sunlight was a
Gracious gift from benevolent gods
It was only a smokescreen

Bare feet dipping into the water, clean
Sparkling diamonds on tall grass early
In the morning when the world was born
Fresh as newly-baked bread every day
Before Kent State and Altamont

Head on the pillow, I try to regain
Some of the lost soft-focus world
How light and bright the colours we

Will You Marry MeYour face is smooth
        like the edge of a freshly wiped blade

Your skin is warm
        like teardrops in a steel morgue

Your hands are soft
        like linen sheets over pale, cool remains

Your hair falls to your shoulders
        with the accuracy of a weighty noose

Your stride is as confident
        as a blood-spattered Gladiator

Your legs send my heart
        into a state of hysteria

Paradise.My arms ache from digging through
rough and ruin, in search of
paradise.

I saw it in a whispered dream,
there, nothing hurt;
we were unspoken.

With winter came warmth and summer snow,
And nothing died, just ceased to
walk with me
in paradise.

wrists that roarmama says
pull down your sleeves
they'll see, they'll see
but no-one's even looking

i say mama
tigers are proud and strong
and tigers show their stripes
so today i'm a tiger

and who says
i can't be a tiger
when razors made me fierce
and secrets kept me lonely

who says
i can't tiger-roar
when everything unsaid
ripped my throat raw

i made my stripes
with tiger-claws and tiger-teeth
so damned if i'm not a tiger
and damned if i won't roar

mama, i'm a tiger
mama, hear me roar

Autumn AutopsyAs lovers,
we were reckless;
Children
chasing fireflies
in a field of mines.
We traded kisses
and carefree caresses
for shrapnel
and blackened skin.
Short moments
stolen pawned
at the cost
of darker afternoons,
the twilight
of the dying season;
We didn't ask,
we never questioned
the interest
of our expenditures.
I shed my skin
in the Autumn of youth,
peeled back
the viscera and
bared the bone --
Rising up,
a scarecrow of worms
and raw meat,
amongst the stalks
of reddened corn.
Tonight
she clings
to dusty artifacts,
shelved trinkets
and
wrinkled sheets
laden with memories
of decaying potency;
The wisps
rising from the cooling wick
will never be
as sweet as
when the flame
burned brightest.

Mask It With a SmileGrin.
No, not that big.
Show a few teeth...
There, that's more like it.
Go wash your face,
That's better.
Your cheeks are less flushed,
So rejoin your friends.
Someone just told a joke,
Laugh along.
Let the sparkle reach your eyes,
Now no one'll notice they're red and puffy.
"Hey, how are you?"
Tell them you're good
and re-direct the question to them.
You're too quiet,
and your mind is wandering...
Join the conversation.
Don't forget to
Smile,
Smile,
Don't forget to
Smile,
and they wont suspect a thing...

FearThe place that scares me most is within my own mind. While some brilliant and amazing ideas do feel the need to spawn there, some dark thoughts burrow themselves deep within the cavity of my brain. The things that I have done, the guilt, the regret, the pain and lies like to surface when I allow myself to think. So I try my best to drown myself into books and movies and stories, anything to distract me from the horrid things that I have done.

slave to the sanctuaryMy mind is a sanctuary.

It's not the kind of sanctuary you would normally think of. It's not rainbows and butterflies and unicorns, there are no clear skies and green fields. It's more of an ocean made of oil; dark and heavy, pressing down on me. A cold blackness that makes every movement a struggle, every thought difficult. I've got to keep moving, though, I've got to keep thinking - it'll kill me if I don't.

I can feel things around me, in my sanctuary, I can feel them all the time. I'm not sure if they're people, or something else, but they're warm and blend with the darkness. They dance around my body, playing a game of cat and mouse, t

humanI have always been impressed with how you
wield your shrugs
your careful smiles
how your handshakes are always the right amount
of indifferent

I would have liked to see you
dancing oblivious
window-shades open

I would have liked to see you
drunk

you manifest unknowable
you doorless wall
all hard edges and
unfathomably
blank
eyes

I would have liked to see you unmasked
shaking your fist at god
feet bloodied from kicking mirrors
having finally reached the realization that

sometimes there just
isn't enough apathy
to go around

FacelessBeware of mirrors
on the darkest night
It's the faceless ghost
that wants your light

She roams the halls
she attacks your dreams
she drains your heart
she rips your gleam

she wears Victorian
her short hair is shame
it was cut by bullies
she payed them with her game

Married a spirit
gave up her soul
just to make them pay
those who played her with foul

Forgiveness In the darkness she could hear the sounds of plane engines in the sky, of a train somewhere down in the valley, the cars on the street out front, of the wind outside her window. She turned on her side, pulling the blankets closer around her. Why did it have to be so cold? It was already spring and still it was freezing cold every night.

She turned onto her other side and pulled the blankets closer to her face, enjoying the clean smell of the freshly laundered sheets. Her phone vibrated from the table across the room. She glanced at it, but didn’t get up. It would just be one of her friends texting her some random joke or qu

Who is the oneWho is the one
you think about?
Who is the one
you see the face in the clouds?

Who is the one
you want to hold tight
The one who touches your heart
Filling dark paths with tender light

Who is the one
Closest to you?
Who you want to protect
And loves you too

One Possible EndA thousand billion minds join in rapture,
their goal at hand, the end of adventure!

As endless circuits initiate,
countless deities they now negate.

No more need do they,
for tales of dragons and Fae.

No more wishes, hopes, and dreams,
For now, of destiny, they weave the seams.

Into one mind does a collection of consciousness go,
And with them the extensive works of Einstein, Gandhi, and Poe.

To create something they worshiped so dear,
and bring about a fabled Utopia near.

And the universe will stand still;awed.
When man combined, equates to God.

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Jail Break From The Pages

by *atlantic-lungs, Sep 21, 2012, 10:52:03 AM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

^{Dear Diary: Bleed her from the pages
                        because
                        Medusa stays gawking in
                        the corner of her rocky
                        irises.

                        She's shooting her rebellion
                        at my mouth & transforming
                        my teeth into ice,
                        she took my resistance
                        & burned it into her sly
                        smiles.

                        I'm forced to dance in her flames
                                    until
                                       I
                                      learn
                                        she's
                                         here
                                          to
                                           stay.}

Jail Break From The Pagesby *atlantic-lungs

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

^{She is my other half,
& well. she's destroying me.}

love 2 2

joy 1 1

wow 1 1

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~DarkMinistress Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

To be a part of all of your halves is to dance with your own flame. Such ferocity offered with such discipline makes this a very good piece.

I, too, am a victim(?)/part of many halves and each one flourishes in each others devouring.

*atlantic-lungs Feb 6, 2013 Student Writer

Your feedback is original, i have never heard that before,
thank you

Maybe having several parts of you is good,
you need a half to help you when your other
personality won't do it.

~DarkMinistress Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You have written a wonderfully original poem. I look forward to more.

*atlantic-lungs Feb 13, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you so much,
your words make me happy

~NotenSMSK Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

this was a different work. I liked the imagery and style of writing that you have employed. The expressions were well phrased and had a certain balance to them. I would like to however point out that this work did not explain itself to me... I mean to say that it was not self explanatory and that I have to read the description to understand the work. while that is not that much of a problem I do prefer works that explain themselves...

I do realize that it might have been clear to other readers and perhaps not to me

*atlantic-lungs Nov 24, 2012 Student Writer

I'm sorry it wasn't clear to you.
I might have used a little too much of
phrases.

Sorry.

~NotenSMSK Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You don't have to apologize to me. I just didn't get it much

~Lomaiwe Sep 22, 2012 Artist

You never cease to amaze me.

*atlantic-lungs Sep 28, 2012 Student Writer

Hehehe <3

*Hfeather53 Sep 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Interesting perspective on the inner struggle with yourself. I like it.

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