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Been here for a year now enjoying it greatly. My writing has improved tremeblously in my head anyways, so i thank the site. Ive made some wonderful friends here and they are amazing writers for the record you know who you are!! Writing is my release from everything and anything. Its my favorite thing to be doing and really am trying very hard to get my story book on paper but it has not been as easy as one would think! Anyhow anything you wanna know about me just ask!
"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." ~ Salman Rushdie
"WHERE YOU USED TO BE, THERE IS A HOLE IN THE WORLD, WHICH I FIND MYSELF CONSTANTLY WALKING AROUND IN THE DAYTIME, AND FALLING INTO AT NIGHT. I MISS YOU LIKE HELL."
“You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.”
-Wasted, Marya Hornbacher
" Words do not show you how the person feels but makes you see through the persons eyes their sorrow, their pain, the world they live in. "
~ XRaySaysBrokenHeart ( All Poetry Member )
"I stared, motionless, before the mirror As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing separating me from the room I see on the other side. I imagine everything is different over there. Better. There are people, in that world, who I would like. But, like always, my hand hits that glass. I know that if I'd only waited just one more second..."
I found this and wanted to share it so i put it up on my page there was no title and i do not know who the author is sorry hope you enjoy its an example of dirty pretty:
1.
Cold tea-cups jumped
off the table when I opened my eyes this morning.
They must not like the sound of my eyelashes crashing into each other
and must know how sometimes
oxygen feels too far from our sinking lungs.
2.
When my hipbones became loose hinges,
half sliced off and a sore-thumb view, it did not occur to me
that I was ill, just a little bit below the floorboards
with the taps of people walking above, nobody ever knows
when I am there.
3.
I believe that wine bottles mean something different
for everyone
and for me it is not just a delightfully fruity
drink to sip with friends, it is a two pm lecture I cannot build up courage to go to
and pretending my head is in the clouds when really it is with my heart
under the table and wine bottles are just another way of saying
my red eyes are locked in a drawer with black underwear and sad songs
and I do not want to let them out today --
the wine is all gone now
and so am I.
4.
Paintings are beautiful and I want to draw your eyebrows in pencil
and colour your skin with cream acrylics, dotting freckles under your eye sockets,
paint your hair with sun highlights that remind me
of when you put your hands in my back pockets to look for something more
than anyone has ever looked for before,
then everyone else could see
how your lips are tiny lines of poetry with smooth line breaks and heart-stopping imagery,
and you should know that nobody else will ever picture you like this
and you will never stall anybody’s blood flow
as much as mine.
I would keep this picture in my pocket
and pretend your dirty hands with veins like fake treasure maps
were still in there looking for me
because I am still a little bit lost.
[withoutyou]
Reprisals by myriad-dark (here on the site)
Look around you, do you see?
The rest of us begging on our knees
Poor and ragged at every turn
And powder burns on open palms.
Later on I wrote it down
These small words
Cocaine sniffing, amphetamine glory
Everybody has their own story
Cavities and nosebleeds scary as hell
They echo back.
Wearing our indifference like armourplate
To keep our conscience trying to escape
Making up rhymes to pass the hours
Whatever it takes
This blindness escapes me
As I read about how it's more intrinsic than real
Doped up starlets doing jail time
It's beyond me
I don't get it at all.
Look around you, do you see?
The rest of us begging on our knees
Poor and ragged at every turn
and powder burns on open palms...
So will we make it? I don't know
To much agony too much blow
The darkness seems to grow more everyday
It's covering us in smoke and clever word plays
Waiting for the flood
And more blood
As the shapeshifters do their dark ju-ju magic
Hiding their true intentions
Behind their inventions
Cuts and scars are livid red
Some of us are even numb to it.
Now I'm not here to be re-appointed
and my soul doesn't need to be anointed
If I washed your feet in the tears I shed
Would that satisfy your itching needs?
Making me wear this crown of thorns
Serves no purpose here at all
Who'd have thought it would even make the daily news.
I just can't look you in the eye
Without thoughts of crystal meth in glass pipes
Cherry cola gets me high
Yet your words don't reach my ears
Your breath is smoky with all your fears
And still I don't understand it at all...
Look around you, do you see?
The rest of us begging on our knees
Poor and ragged at every turn
And powder burns on open palms...
You Could Be Next
by http://allpoetry.com/mcw120588
Licking wounds
Reopening scares
The salt shaker's ready
My hand far from steady.
White washed floors
Never stood a chance
When I entered
Your life was surrendered.
Lost to my pleasures
Of sharp objects
Senseless brutality
Is all about the quality.
A thousand gashes
With dull razor blades
Just the warm-up round
Don't you dare make a sound.
Flopping on the floor
Skin dangling
O girly your cute now
All your friends will wonder how.
It got to this point
You sick bloody mess
Why did I carve you
Truth is, there was nothing to do.
Peeling off the flesh
Barehanded to feel the blood
As it cakes to my fingers
I heard about it from my favorite singers.
I bet they never knew
People stop screaming at 350
Bones being to show up
Take one last drink from my cup.
The stories far shorter
Than the trial will be
Just over an hour and your pulse stops
Someone is probably calling the cops.
Blood seeping into the floor
Dripping down on the tenants below
You'll make dinner for two
The legend grows with you.
Cooked the flesh
Powdered your bones
Fed the neighbors
They wasted my labors.
Half eaten and rotting fast
They kicked in the door
To take me downtown
In your blood I wished to drown.
They've got the blades
The frying pan and hammer
I'm just the instrument
To whose hands they where sent.
A hallway separates
Justice from me and you
No man would commit suicide
When he is capable of homicide.
I'm leaving you behind
Sorry babe its been fun
But there are a thousand more
To help me settle my score.
Guess by AESTHETE (here on the site)
1
The seams of my knees
Feel like they’re splitting
Ripping
Apart
The skin cracks in a flash
of fury
And the brain lacks
The ability
to discern fantasy from fact
But so gripping is the glass,
Slashing at the last chance
To regain my reason;
The flesh of reality
Has been torn
2
The needle needs to make us bleed,
The knife strikes;
The wife lights up a cigarette
Suffering will not come in
Through the window
Just yet
But it will
AP DAUGHTER: OCEAN DREAMS THIS ONE WILL GO GREAT PLACES ONE DAY I WISH YOU THE BEST!!!
AP BEST DARN WRITER:http://allpoetry.com/Cerebral%20Assassin
CHECK OUT HER WRITING OR YOU'LL BE SORRY SHE IS SO BRILLIANT INDEED ITS A REAL TREAT
AP FRIEND OF MINE:http://allpoetry.com/slayenemy909
READ HIS WORK DO IT NOW!
PLEASE READ HER WORK!!
http://allpoetry.com/ForeverForNever
When I Could See The Moon
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3455054
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----\\\-///----Someone
-----\\///-----Who Died
-----///\-----Of
----///\\\----Cancer
Been here for a year now enjoying it greatly. My writing has improved tremeblously in my head anyways, so i thank the site. Ive made some wonderful friends here and they are amazing writers for the record you know who you are!! Writing is my release from everything and anything. Its my favorite thing to be doing and really am trying very hard to get my story book on paper but it has not been as easy as one would think! Anyhow anything you wanna know about me just ask!
"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." ~ Salman Rushdie
"WHERE YOU USED TO BE, THERE IS A HOLE IN THE WORLD, WHICH I FIND MYSELF CONSTANTLY WALKING AROUND IN THE DAYTIME, AND FALLING INTO AT NIGHT. I MISS YOU LIKE HELL."
“You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.”
-Wasted, Marya Hornbacher
" Words do not show you how the person feels but makes you see through the persons eyes their sorrow, their pain, the world they live in. "
~ XRaySaysBrokenHeart ( All Poetry Member )
"I stared, motionless, before the mirror As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing separating me from the room I see on the other side. I imagine everything is different over there. Better. There are people, in that world, who I would like. But, like always, my hand hits that glass. I know that if I'd only waited just one more second..."
I found this and wanted to share it so i put it up on my page there was no title and i do not know who the author is sorry hope you enjoy its an example of dirty pretty:
1.
Cold tea-cups jumped
off the table when I opened my eyes this morning.
They must not like the sound of my eyelashes crashing into each other
and must know how sometimes
oxygen feels too far from our sinking lungs.
2.
When my hipbones became loose hinges,
half sliced off and a sore-thumb view, it did not occur to me
that I was ill, just a little bit below the floorboards
with the taps of people walking above, nobody ever knows
when I am there.
3.
I believe that wine bottles mean something different
for everyone
and for me it is not just a delightfully fruity
drink to sip with friends, it is a two pm lecture I cannot build up courage to go to
and pretending my head is in the clouds when really it is with my heart
under the table and wine bottles are just another way of saying
my red eyes are locked in a drawer with black underwear and sad songs
and I do not want to let them out today --
the wine is all gone now
and so am I.
4.
Paintings are beautiful and I want to draw your eyebrows in pencil
and colour your skin with cream acrylics, dotting freckles under your eye sockets,
paint your hair with sun highlights that remind me
of when you put your hands in my back pockets to look for something more
than anyone has ever looked for before,
then everyone else could see
how your lips are tiny lines of poetry with smooth line breaks and heart-stopping imagery,
and you should know that nobody else will ever picture you like this
and you will never stall anybody’s blood flow
as much as mine.
I would keep this picture in my pocket
and pretend your dirty hands with veins like fake treasure maps
were still in there looking for me
because I am still a little bit lost.
[withoutyou]
Reprisals by myriad-dark (here on the site)
Look around you, do you see?
The rest of us begging on our knees
Poor and ragged at every turn
And powder burns on open palms.
Later on I wrote it down
These small words
Cocaine sniffing, amphetamine glory
Everybody has their own story
Cavities and nosebleeds scary as hell
They echo back.
Wearing our indifference like armourplate
To keep our conscience trying to escape
Making up rhymes to pass the hours
Whatever it takes
This blindness escapes me
As I read about how it's more intrinsic than real
Doped up starlets doing jail time
It's beyond me
I don't get it at all.
Look around you, do you see?
The rest of us begging on our knees
Poor and ragged at every turn
and powder burns on open palms...
So will we make it? I don't know
To much agony too much blow
The darkness seems to grow more everyday
It's covering us in smoke and clever word plays
Waiting for the flood
And more blood
As the shapeshifters do their dark ju-ju magic
Hiding their true intentions
Behind their inventions
Cuts and scars are livid red
Some of us are even numb to it.
Now I'm not here to be re-appointed
and my soul doesn't need to be anointed
If I washed your feet in the tears I shed
Would that satisfy your itching needs?
Making me wear this crown of thorns
Serves no purpose here at all
Who'd have thought it would even make the daily news.
I just can't look you in the eye
Without thoughts of crystal meth in glass pipes
Cherry cola gets me high
Yet your words don't reach my ears
Your breath is smoky with all your fears
And still I don't understand it at all...
Look around you, do you see?
The rest of us begging on our knees
Poor and ragged at every turn
And powder burns on open palms...
You Could Be Next
by http://allpoetry.com/mcw120588
Licking wounds
Reopening scares
The salt shaker's ready
My hand far from steady.
White washed floors
Never stood a chance
When I entered
Your life was surrendered.
Lost to my pleasures
Of sharp objects
Senseless brutality
Is all about the quality.
A thousand gashes
With dull razor blades
Just the warm-up round
Don't you dare make a sound.
Flopping on the floor
Skin dangling
O girly your cute now
All your friends will wonder how.
It got to this point
You sick bloody mess
Why did I carve you
Truth is, there was nothing to do.
Peeling off the flesh
Barehanded to feel the blood
As it cakes to my fingers
I heard about it from my favorite singers.
I bet they never knew
People stop screaming at 350
Bones being to show up
Take one last drink from my cup.
The stories far shorter
Than the trial will be
Just over an hour and your pulse stops
Someone is probably calling the cops.
Blood seeping into the floor
Dripping down on the tenants below
You'll make dinner for two
The legend grows with you.
Cooked the flesh
Powdered your bones
Fed the neighbors
They wasted my labors.
Half eaten and rotting fast
They kicked in the door
To take me downtown
In your blood I wished to drown.
They've got the blades
The frying pan and hammer
I'm just the instrument
To whose hands they where sent.
A hallway separates
Justice from me and you
No man would commit suicide
When he is capable of homicide.
I'm leaving you behind
Sorry babe its been fun
But there are a thousand more
To help me settle my score.
Guess by AESTHETE (here on the site)
1
The seams of my knees
Feel like they’re splitting
Ripping
Apart
The skin cracks in a flash
of fury
And the brain lacks
The ability
to discern fantasy from fact
But so gripping is the glass,
Slashing at the last chance
To regain my reason;
The flesh of reality
Has been torn
2
The needle needs to make us bleed,
The knife strikes;
The wife lights up a cigarette
Suffering will not come in
Through the window
Just yet
But it will
AP DAUGHTER: OCEAN DREAMS THIS ONE WILL GO GREAT PLACES ONE DAY I WISH YOU THE BEST!!!
AP BEST DARN WRITER:http://allpoetry.com/Cerebral%20Assassin
CHECK OUT HER WRITING OR YOU'LL BE SORRY SHE IS SO BRILLIANT INDEED ITS A REAL TREAT
AP FRIEND OF MINE:http://allpoetry.com/slayenemy909
READ HIS WORK DO IT NOW!
PLEASE READ HER WORK!!
http://allpoetry.com/ForeverForNever
When I Could See The Moon
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3455054
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....../B//..\\\\.......
...../U//....\\\\......
.....\S\\....////......
......\E\\..////.......
.......\A\\////........
........\W\\//.........
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......./R//.\\\\.......
....../E//...\\\\......
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