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A Firm KickA firm kick,
Right in the dick.

Totally out of line,
Couldn’t give a dime.

Right where it hurts,
Treated like dirt.

A pain in my foot,
In his place, he is put.

His eyes closed,
His fault that he posed.

Lesson has been learnt,
After my heart was burnt.

HopeIn this world,
That one does see,
Thinking you will live
For eternity.

The truth does differ,
From what you hear,
Life is full of
Doubt and fear.

No hope for the people,
Living in rags,
For their bedding,
Plastic bags.

Others you see,
Have done the best they can,
Fate has been good,
It had a great plan.

Hope can be given,
To those who need it most,
Just a smile
Will be their first dose.

BeautyI watch it floating by,
Time flowing backwards,
Just like its wings.

Like a silver trail
Of smog,
Left in the breeze.

It curls and twists,
Gradually thinning,
Its delicacy illuminating.

Song To Sing When I'm LonelyFingertips press the white keys,
A hole in the innocence,
A gap in my face
That makes music.

Newly powdered cheeks,
With peachy teardrops,
A song to sing when I’m lonely,
My comfort is the sheets.

Scattered across the floor,
Black print,
Another language,
Unknown to scientists.

Worries seem worse at night,
Time to think,
To run things over,
A time to feel lonelier.

Revival in a song,
Cannot exist,
Pluck as hard as you might,
It will not balance.

FemininityEverything we go through
Is all for love,
Make up that costs
More than heaven above.
Plucking our eyebrows
Sure is a chore,
But femininity
Is never a bore.

Blood coming out,
Never on time,
So much easier
If there was a chime.
We do it for you,
You gorgeous men,
You are the ones
That keep us sane.

A DoubtThe butterflies in your stomach,
Flip over at the sight of him.
Walking towards you,
Happiness hurtling over the brim.

But then you notice the someone else,
Standing hand in hand, by his side.
Vaguely known to yourself,
From the background you have eyed.

Not a hope in hell,
He is too deeply in love.
No point in even praying,
To the guardian angels above.

When he leaves,
It tugs at the strings of your heart,
You don’t want it to be the end,
If only it were the start.

He hugs you, a short,
Sweet, yet lingering embrace.
And as he turns to leave,
His footprints you do trace.

But there is a doubt to the love being displaye

ControlIt’s there,
The huge balloon
Inside of me.
I prod it hard,
It hurts.
It is a part of me,
But I cannot accept.
I have no control,
I eat,
I sleep,
This circle continues.
And still,
The balloon exists.
Sweat pouring,
I grab a bite,
And another.
No point
Trying to resist.
No point even
Sweating really.
So why do we do it?
Nobody is alone,
We are all
Out of control.

DisconnectedIt was back then,
In which I dread to remember.
On the phone,
In the month of September.

Our normal diurnal talk,
Was soon to turn,
Chatting, laughing away,
No need for concern.

And then they struck.

Screaming,
Crying,
Shouting.

My desperation
Must have shown,
I was disconnected
From my phone.

Immediately,
Panic crept upon me.
Dialling and dialling,
But no hope was seen.

I was soon to know,
As everyone else did,
The two monuments,
Down they had slid.

Destroying,
My one true need,
But he did not
Answer my heed.

My life, and my love,
We were
Split,
Divided,

Disconnected.

Until I See Your EyesI search for the face,
For the smile,
For the eyes.
Blind am I,
Until I retrieve,
What I yearn.

Stumbling about,
Unaware and
Gift-less.
I need to find
My sight,
I can learn.

Only you can help,
Your eyes
Are mine.
Mine are yours.
And I can’t see
Until I see your eyes.

My eyelids, gently
Unfold, as you
Breeze into sight.
I know it is you.
That has given me light,
And off my heart flies.

In The WindLike an empty bag,
Its contents scattered,
Dreamily floating in the breeze.

Out of sync with the wind,
The rhythm was lost
Long ago.

RegretI regret nothing.
The azure of the sky,
Cannot lie
To you.
I bear the truth.
I cannot deny
He has Callipygian
Of which I never
Want to resist.

I regret nothing.
All the hurt
And pain I caused,
My love is
No enigma,
I saw what no-one
Else saw before.
Ergo I win.
I regret nothing.

Our MarriageIt’s wrong,
It’s not right,
For us to not be
Side by side tonight.

This empty breeze,
On my left hand side,
Yet I know I’ll agree
To be your bride.

When we will walk
Down the aisle,
Hard to restrain,
From my face, a smile.

You will gaze at me,
When I reach you,
Then take my hand,
And say “I do”.

Exchange these words,
For everyone to see,
Show them our happiness
Together, forever, we will be.

But right here and now,
At this very time,
My heart strings tug,
Surely this is a crime.

Tragedy is Attractive Sin is so delicious. Disaster is so enchanting. Danger is so enticing. These negatives, cons of the world, wrapped in glimmering gold attract even the most straightforward of people, be it priest, prophet, or pastor. Something in the way the titanic sank, cries screaming from on board, something in the way the towers fell, disaster filling the air, something about maladies and plagues, disasters and the dead reaches out and pulls us in. But why would something as attractive as the burns and bites of tragedy call to us so? Perhaps, maybe just perhaps, it is that the coils of the snake that slowly strangle us in the darkness are just out of th

Expressive PoemIt was clear that day
that you were the castle
and I the donkey
with falcon-feather eyes,

that day born on nuclear knees
this all became so clear,

as me myself and you yourself
crested lizardlike on clouds
we used to know and call our home,
(though now we can only call
out goodbyes, vaguely)

and our saltine souls
each wither whitely,
while I bludgeon you
with opaque expressions
and arcane metaphors—

don’t try to understand,
you can’t understand,

don’t look to these lines for
context,
you’re not going to get any
context,

all you’ll get
is my ribbon-heart torn
by the portcullis-teeth
o

The Way it Once WasI don’t remember
I can’t remember
But I do know things
I know that I’m right sometimes
And I know how often I’m wrong
If I had a freckle for each mistake I could be beautiful
I don’t remember
I’ve forgotten it all, honestly
But I could learn
I could learn it all again
I could be perfect
I know I could
I don’t remember what it feels like to be whole
I’ve never known what perfect feels like
But I know that I could learn again
I could apply heat and molten metal
I could fuse these pieces together
Like stained glass
I don’t remember what it used to feel like
But I could reassemble th

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My Life

by ~whydoidothiseveryday, Aug 14, 2008, 10:36:40 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

You spend your time,
Standing and waiting,
For the end result.

From the age of infancy,
Until you become
An adult.

As you will see,
Being me,
Is not so easy.

Dreams can be swept away,
In just one day,
Patience begins to fray.

When it comes down to it,
What were we
Really waiting for?

These numbers and letters;
They keep
Your emotions raw.

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~xdreamers-faytx Dec 16, 2008

Driven by despondent rains so dissimilar calmed by minute resonance crowding the eternal eventide sky.
We search desperately in the fog of quiescence, leaving behind at every turn the final sanctuary remaining shy of nigh.
Marooned of rebirth.

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~whydoidothiseveryday Dec 17, 2008

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~yourpleasantdarkness Aug 20, 2008

Simplistic and absolutely lovely.

-A.C.

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~whydoidothiseveryday Aug 20, 2008

thanks and for the fave

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`leoraigarath Aug 16, 2008 Professional Writer

I think that this poem is great on many ways, especially the wording – I really like the words you chose and the way they relate. But I have to say that the line breaking made me frown. I think that this poem can flow so much better, and be stronger. Let me show you a little example on the first stanza:

You spend your time standing,
waiting,
For the end result.

I think and feel there’s still some work to be done on this poem, but it is well worth the effort. Let me know if you are planning on editing this one, I would really love to see the result!

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~whydoidothiseveryday Aug 17, 2008

thanks for the comments
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~VampyraMurder Aug 16, 2008

nice job <3

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~whydoidothiseveryday Aug 16, 2008

thanks
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~septer Aug 15, 2008

luv the 4th and 5th stanza its great and i think its a poem that can realte with everyone nicely done

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~whydoidothiseveryday Aug 15, 2008

thanks

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