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Somewhere Over a Colored BandThe sky was once made of an ocean
Where fisherman would prop
Themselves on the moon
And catch the planets
That made them dizzy
A little prince departed there
A distant time ago and,
He showed me a sheep,
Locked in a muzzle,
So his dearest rose
Could act stronger than tigers
With her four thorns.
He gave me a map
To a many acres of woods
Where I met a chubby bear
And a little boy
Not quite the age of six.
They told me I should
Last a hundred with them,
As they couldn't live a day
Without me.
And I remember after that,
I fell into the sky
Where I met a half-fish girl
Who wouldn't leave a statue alone.
She asked me a question
About my feet
And told me, soon,
She would get
A pair to call her own.
Of course,
That was all
Once upon a time.
Where I used to wait
For one of them
To come and find me. Coffee Stained PeopleI know what it tastes like. That deep dark liquid that sentds it's earth bearing scent all across the room. That steamy drink that haunts and lingers behind my lips at morning breakfast after the pieces and crumbs of toast.
The first time I tried it, it bit my tongue. I was young, sneaking a sip, a drop, just under my father's nose. I could see fragments of me and his newpaper when I looked down into thet cup filled with a fluid made of night.
No sugar. No milk.
An instant hate.
My mother's cup was next. If father owned night in his cup, mother owned the clouds. No reflection to sink in, just swirls of white and beige floating on the surface.
All milk. All sugar.
An instant addiction.
In this way, coffee became like love.
A love without sweetness, but rich and deep.
A love without edge, but hot and steamy.
Everyone has their own preference to coffee.
Everyone has their own opinion of love.
It just leaves me wondering, what exactly is mine? PromisesOut on the table, there's a ring. A small one, shining with bits of childhood.
You gave me this ring, for my birthday, when I was only four.
Deep in my backyard, we hid in the garden. Under cotton candy clouds, we stared at the adults outside of our jungle. We heard them - listened to my mother with my sister at hand talk of sweet vanilla cake in the fridge. My father confessed of my presents we decided to split. Your mother twirled whispering of dancing to your father. in the middle of the yard, they were a sight. Professionals couldn't compete.
And you laughed. I laughed. We both chuckled as we crawled away in to secretness of your house.
You gave me your hand to guide my way, a gentleman at best. You were only six.
Once in your yard, we played war games. Princess games. All these wonderful words that came and mixed into one. The last was space heros when our mothers' voices came shrilling into the place. Breaking our place. I was going to run, when you shouted stop. You placed a rin

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Thoughts SailThoughts sail
Down her deep, inky
Strands of silken memories-
The crescent moon of her
Profile illuminates the
Way for her devout
Pilgrims; each a
Weary, way-worn wanderer of
Their own,
Each inspired to tears that
Stream from their blinded eyes,
Each denying themselves
The honour of her worldly beauty,
Captivated instead by her words; her metaphors.
Her soul laid bare. Forlorn"Forlorn scenes flash five by four,
Till the tide roars in, and never more..."
I had a dream about you last night.
A jade clasp fastened your amber hair,
The iron wrought to hold due might,
The lines both intricate and fair.
You danced around me,
Smiled and laughed and reached out,
As if to bring me near, and nearer still
(Till) My heart collapsed; heavily,
A compound fracture of broken promises
And cold, lonely nights
Spent gazing
At my duvet, hoping (in vain)
That each tear,
Each fallen liquid sapphire would suffice
In bringing you
Closer
To me. The Eyes In Her RadioHer warmth; a diaspora of feeling flowing with fluidity
To my humble, hardware heart (this corrupted Zion of mine),
As I assume my position;
I am the eyes in her radio-
The trusted receiver of tales of all her misplaced trusts
And her misguided loves.
With contempt watched I as demon after devil
Attempted, in all their perverted vanity,
To claim her for their side.
To them another source of dowry, or else a momentary reciprocal of unbridled lust,
To me a fragile creature, a shy Athena searching,
Fruitlessly,
For her Adonis.
But like the blood of that pure legend
My tears flowed in secrecy,
Leaving the hidden scars, revealing the rancid sting
Of battery acid,
Corroding I, her closest (most selfish) confident,
Her unreciprocated lover.
I am as lost in her as a Grecian mastodon of yore in the Great Aegean.
But forever
            I shall remain,
              &

Anatomy of DepressionI watch the world go by through my windowpane eyes,
and it turns my kaleidoscope mind.
My lips are a cave by a turbulent sea;
my voice a lonely echo
conversing with itself
because of the big empty within.
My arms witch for water,
but my hands only ever hold deserts.
My skin is a playground
wrapped up in caution tape,
casting chalk outlines
of the body it follows.
My heart cries out in mutiny
against my kaleidoscope mind
as my feet dig deeper in indecision - -
I can feel them taking root in the clay. Pretty Little Liar...Hey pretty thing, let me in and give in.
I am a vampire, and I want your sin.
I will lay you down, as if to sleep,
But baby, this time I am playing for keeps.
Your lies are disguised sugarcoated strychnine,
What a wonder your love left me so saturnine.
All I want is your everything,
I love when you are breathing
Slowly,
Softly
In my ear.
Does your heart beat for me?
Don't lie,
I will take it out to see.
Whom do you live for?
And whom will you die for?
You
  Are
   Such
    A pretty little liar.
I am your vampire.
You always said I was a cold one,
So give me your warmth,
And maybe I will keep it
Alive in a jar.
Along with all of your sins,
And your breath I have taken,
Like fireflies in the summer,
Your everything
I might keep,
Perchance for a week,
On my bedside table
Alive in a jar. The May QueenThere is a ghost still left in this machine,
but all it does is sigh,
         “I used to be the May Queen…”
And like the wind blowing
through reeds, soft and haunting,
is the familiar sound of that wistful sighing
the remains of a mournful cry;
         “I was a queen and now I am nothing...”
         “I used to be the May Queen,
         when I was fair and seventeen.
         The summer sun was candy sweet.
         I danced carefree in my bare feet.
         I had a young man's heart to share,
         I wore his flowers in my hair.
         My world was new and evergreen,
         when I was fair and seventeen.
         I held court in the flowering spring.



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'THE HOUSE OF WOLVES'
WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF WOLVES
     (A Fast-Paced Rhythm & Rhyme)
The telling...
The yelling...
The problems that I've had if anyone here feels this bad I'll bring the broken and the sad to
Skin and bones...
Are cold...
I'm lonely let alone I'm left alone and on my own I can't postpone the dark unknown from eating pieces
Keep falling...
Like shattered glass I'm crawling searching for a peace of mind I'm running blind and can't define the love you gave me
And  maybe...
Embracing it decayed me...
Believing every word from everyone who wouldn't care or use to care's how they appear
A fault was drawn between us...
And now your voice is boring...
Just like the spiteful scrawling scribbled on this ugly drawing of my freedom it's the reason why I can't and won't believe 'em many times before and many times ahead
Before I go to bed...
They're laughing in my head...
I can't believe I'm really over thinking what they said...
I 'THE MAKESHIFT HERO'
"THE MAKESHIFT HERO"
Look at me...
I'm holding this pen...
My heart...the point,
Cold and firm,
Emotions...the ink,
Ready to learn,
Ready to flow...
It's pressed against a plain sheet of paper...
But now for some reason my hands won't move,
The impulses surging through my arm's confused,
In writing our history my fingers are bruised,
In truth I've been singing about you forever...
How do I begin to rhyme?
I can't even foresee an ending this time,
Or shrug off the smile of an absolute crime...
My brain cannot label this situation...
And has shut itself down,
In the name of defense,
With respects to you,
And protecting myself...
From the only thing known to breech these walls...
A cancer that's had me the day I was born...
A living,
Growing,
Breathing,
Virus...
Very infectious,
And feels just like us...
You kick me and kick me...
But never would kill me...
I honestly thought that you cared...
And that was the reason you kept me alive...
Letting me live,
To thr 'THE KID WHO SCREAMS'
"THE KID WHO SCREAMS"
      (A Boy Gone Mad)
I'm still myself,
Suicide scars I'd kill myself,
Tear down blocks I've built myself,
I fill myself,
With hate I irritate myself.
Is this myself?
On display so I've pissed myself,
There's no day's when I miss myself,
I diss myself,
Tie hands just to resist myself 'cause I know myself,
Carrying all this load myself,
One more time's what I told myself,
I hold myself,
Inside out to implode myself 'cause I sew myself,
Up each time I reach myself,
Tried hard but can't teach myself,
I speech myself,
Hate that shit but I preach myself.
I see myself,
Raging while I remain myself,
Punch through walls to explain myself,
I chain myself,
I laugh because I'm insane myself...
WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
written by: The-Kid-Who-Screams

I Am
i am a slug who will melt under salt.
  an inquisitive child.
i wonder why salt melts slugs.
  when did i learn the word inquisitive?
i feel rain, Gods tears.
  did someone Good die?
i look at the rising moon.
i want to sit on it and fish for answers
to questions unasked.
i am a slug who will melt under salt,
an inquisitive child.
i pretend i am alone.
i feel swallowed in a sea of smiles.
i touch the darkness soon to submerge me.
i worry that ill never get answers.
i cry for the answers already in my heart.
i am a slug who will melt under salt.
an inquisitive child.
i understand some answers can be hard pills to swallow.
reality is a pill swallowed alot.
i dont want to be all-knowing,
but ignorance is no synonym for bliss. freedomwithout you i feel like a prisoner.
i always thought it should be the other way around.
but here i am without you,
feeling shackled, feeling bound.
freedom is in your touch,
freedom is in your kiss.
when i'm in your arms i can let go,
give in to the bliss.
the shackles on my wrists,
they are chaffing, digging in,
acting as a constant reminder that
i'm in a battle i cant win.
freedom is in your touch,
freedom is in your kiss,
help me find my way to your arms,
why keep me shackled like this?
forgetting you wont be easy,
for that i'm grateful and i'm sad.
if only you'd release me, free me,
if only you'd come back.
the memories they ease the pain,
but they make the shackles tighter,
if only you'd give me some peace,
you now i've never been much of a fighter.
freedom is in your touch,
freedom is in your kiss,
i wish i was still in your arms,
if only to experience that bliss...   heatwaves of heat curling, cresting, crashing.
rising up to take me under.
i surrender to the feeling,
its soothing, startling, sizzling.
drowning in the warmth of your touch,
and i wait for more.







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Do not be afraid"I love you, my child,"
I softly do say
Against your back
As you turn around
And you walk away
My words follow after
But none do you hear
No whisper reaches
For you close your ears
Still I love you my child
And pray one day you see
That though you walked away
I never did leave
For what I feel for you
No words can convey
I hope you know
That I see your pain
From the distance you stay
I'll wait patient for you
During this stubborn charade
While hoping you remember
Do not be afraid
Hoping you come back
And into my arms
Free to be happy
Safe from the harm   Hungry peaceSlow breaks the morning between you and I
The sheet slips lazy as I wrap arms around you
Breathing softly between, wind kisses fly
And I sigh into the stillness as they do
We lay here with such a hungry peace between
Just you and I, needing nothing more
Living this moment as a dream
For if I open my eyes my heart may soar
Here happiness is born and curves upon me
There is none so lucky in earth or sky
With this hungry peace none can see
Resting softly between you and I

WhisperImprisoning people into tiny lots
in my brain, on the brink of disaster.
Wandering aimlessly around the small space,
they pace faster and faster and faster.
Their words, only whispers within all the noise,
the static silences their harsh tones.
I feel their fists pound against thin walls,
cranium cracks as they batter my bones.
I had sealed them away and the secrets they keep,
so my soul could stop searching for peace.
All their crying and cursing would control my thoughts,
so incessant, the pain wouldn't cease.
Now the racket returns as they comeback to life
and inhabit my head as their home,
etching echos that drip down into my ears,
wreaking havoc wherever they roam.
I cannot stifle this sense of impending doom,
the air tenses and my lungs clench to breathe,
They are cunning, evolved to imbalance emotions,
anger overtakes me, they're making me seethe.
This hate is my own that I've buried before,
for the past, for the history we've made.
They've started a war, waged with only myself, BlissInch by inch, the moon was made darker by the earth's shadow,
inch by inch, his arms enclosed around her frame.
I'm not sure which to stare at, he said, not letting go,
to miss either beauty would be such a shame.
Her breath hovered creating a carbon dioxide cloud,
his fingers found warmth wrapped within her hands,
in the starlit silence she could hear his heart so loud,
squeezed close and comforted as his chest expands.
Like heaven on earth when he holds her near,
bundled in blankets, unburdened and blushing.
As he roams her skin it becomes crystal clear
that his love is unleashed and pulse rushing.
Every moment made better by a smile or sigh,
Every worry erased by a world-spinning kiss,
When she stumbles he steadies, always nearby,
when she's breaking down he fixes with bliss.
A cocoon of calmness that encases her mind,
stifles the stinging that serenades nightly,
wounded muscles and memories slowly unwind,
as he brushes her hair back lightly.
Copyright © 2010-2011 LYNETTE EMERY   BurdenHeavy in your arms -
deadweight, limp and loveless
tied in a sack and sown with concrete
to rest on riverbeds below.
Washed out to sea and out of your sheets,
still clinging to the carpet as if it was yesterday.
Curled like a child and shaking
till you picked me up out of pity.
So heavy in your hands-
my head lulled back and forth like the tide,
tongue bitten and blocking breath
thrown to the roof of my mouth.
Our love like backwash, escaping
the normal flow and ebb,
drying up and dying alone.
Heavy, heavy in your head -
memories of me crushing down
like waves, swallowing
my last breath is your last thought.
It is in the air, on the floor,
disapating into the salt water
seeping through the burlap,
bloodying the surrounding blue.
So heavy, heavy in your heart -
as the bleach sinks into tiles
and I to the silt of sea,
you shudder, shatter the
exoskeleton of an organ.
shedding a life along with
secrets sealed in the deep.
A soul too heavy to hold.
Copyright © 2011 LYNETTE EMERY. All











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