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Cinderella
Waiting for a coach
and four
that never came,
she realized
a ball gown
won't bloom
out of sackloth;
glass slippers
are not dependable
and mice
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
man.
IcarusSun girl,

the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.

Do not let anyone
clip your wings;

you were made for the skies.
Definition of a Writerwrit•er

noun     /rītər/

A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery

They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish

A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own

They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone
Red DressDon’t put on your red dress
for he doesn’t know the meaning
he doesn’t want the commitment
he doesn’t care for the color.

The red dress you love to wear
that’s stained from wine and beer
but still carries so much meaning
for who could find a second red dress

Don’t go out on your red dress
for the man who wants nothing more
to screw around and doesn’t understand
the meaning behind a simple red dress.

A red dress for when you dance.
A red dress for when you cry.
A red dress for when you need it.
A red dress for when you care too much.

Don’t put on your red dress for him darling
he doesn&rsqu
moonshines in georgiaman on the moon:

giddy with lumps of north georgia seas
greased on the crease of my lips
gravity drips from couch-cavities
when tides belch from below --

burst on the water's edge,
earth's bourbon sailors retch in moonshined ripples
trickled blue murder on their crinkled crimes;
raking water wrinkles like a wayward drunk
stuck on sunken bootleggin' dreams.

it's been a long, long time
since I've drowned your hemisphere
for fishing like a moonraker,
swishing my bait-lines like tobacco's
squished in your shallow gums
before you dare to down my air
breathing in this sincere georgia night.
L.E.S.B.I.A.N.Living on the
Edge of life
Saving myself
Being who
I truly am
As it is all i can be
Never forget that
Broken Birds and Stark PhrasesWe slip and slide and fall
down curves and carrow places.
We cursive at the wall
in our undefinéd spaces.

Disjointed limbs extend
to strumpet our arrival,
to warn who are not friends
we will kill to survive all.

Hung upside-down haunters
hug branches in the Forrest.
Merry nightmare monsters,
Cheery snarling chorus,

Arachnic children know;
you can run but you can't hide
from this disparic truth,
darkness waits for you inside.

Although you seek the sun,
as all creaky spinsters might,
the night can't be out done
and it has you in its sight.
Blame The ParentsI won't be able to keep a relationship in the future because I'm scared
I'm scared it'll turn out like theirs

I'm a pacifist because I hate watching it
I hate watching them fight

I have PTSD because of their fights
Their fights almost broke up this family

I self harm because they are pushing me over the edge
I was already close to jumping, but they gave me an extra push

I'm always in my room because that's how I run away
I guess that's called "Like father, like daughter"

I only eat one meal a day because he constantly puts me down
Even though he's joking, I can tell he means every bit of what he says

I can't trust anyone because they do
Missing piecesMissing pieces

There are wounds
that never heal; silences
so loud they  thunder - I stopped
breathing years ago, that night
the ice took my chest. Since then
I walk  in pieces, howling
around my heart.

-SophieCT, 2012, 2013
field notesi read some poetry
just for the sound--for the words lilting up and down
and the thick, honeysepia
polaroids unmisting in my head.
those are the poems i never understand
and the only conclusion i can draw is:
there is apparently
some supernova poetic awakening that comes
with the loss of virginity
and basically i need to get laid.
MorningA black cat sleeps in a ray of sun
My coffee is lousy
Another cardboard morning
The day isn't a blank canvas
Waiting to be painted
Its already scrawled with
Yesterday's mad crayon drawings

Smoke drifts up and out of the window
I drink the coffee
van houten must be godi. you know how in embroidered cloth,
from the bottom under the design,
all you see are knots? her honey-like,
crying
voice lulls me to sleep,
that's what we see of God's plan.
just the knots. when in reality,
it's the design on top;
beautiful and flawless that He
has in store for us.
bullshit.
i learnt that word
when i was three
but every time i said it,
my face hurt and mom's hand fell.
God will put you
in hell.
do you want that?
i knew better than to say it again.
ii. you're an estimated
fallacy, the perfect
misconception.
you don't need to exist
for people to believe.
they make you real with
dancing tongues behind
a crowd
of murmuring lips of
god's will.
iii. of the rain,
i sang songs, whispering
prayers only you
could hear.
if you truly are
what they say for you to be,
then there are no secrets
between you and me.
mother still sings
the same songs
in the rain, hoping
you'll hear her the way
i thought you would.
but she doesn't know you died long ago
with chiv
The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciated
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.

And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.
Monday, Erased and Re-WrittenDawn broke brittle Monday morning, the sky cracked like eggs
(All done in silence beneath the roaring of my tinnitus)
Twenty 'til something and I'm driving out into blazing light
Looking for what, I won't know 'til its found but its
Just so damned bright and quiet and I think of a sniper in the clock tower
Fallen asleep waiting to pick off his targets but how can he sleep
in this goddamned brightness and nothings moving anywhere
Empty streets, has the world called in sick this morning?

Am I awake? Am I alive? Am I in a movie, maybe a character
in someone's book? Why don't I feel anything? Am I waiting for
the writer to tell me how I feel,
thieves of nocturne skiesPaper lanterns                                                                                            are midnight requiems
            That tell me                                                                            to look beyond the
                   light and have    &
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glimpsesAs I stare at the blank page before me
As I fill my heart with this repressed anger and sorrow
I reflect on bitter sweet memories
I summon the old demons that once haunted me

As I sit here watching the page fill before my eyes
As this pen becomes my soul and ink my blood sweat and tears
I reflect on my faults and all your lies
And the words flow from angels lips whispered in my ears

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My will isn't strong enough,
This ink isn't heavy enough
To forget you in the arms of another

This distance inst far enough
This blade isn't sharp enough
This heart isn't whole enough
To forget you and all you meant to me

This love wasn't enough,
These words weren't enough
These lives we led were just too much
For you to love me for the man I am today
Code Of Honoreveryday is a battle,
against one's self and the world around you,
to live is to fight
to keep your dreams and aspirations alive.

victories are small and few,
with no time to celebrate for as one challange is overcome,
two take its place.

to doubt yourself
for just a second is to concede death.
never doubt the path beneath your feet,
for in that moment of wavering faith your path shall fork,
choose the right and and find strength,
choose the left and find your demise.
In This DiaryAll my dreams and aspirations
Everyone who wronged me
The reason for the scars
In this diary

All my mistakes and regrets
Everyone I've ever hurt
The reason for the blood and tears
In this diary

All the truths and the lies
Every corrupted thing I see
The reason for the anger and pain
In this diary

All the blood and tears
That I spilled with a pen and razorblade
All the pain and hatred
That fill the lines of verses meaning.

Every vibe and lyric
That gives me motive to putt this to paper
Every insult and criticism
That fills me with the desire to prove you wrong

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Fairytail

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this was supposed to be our fairytale,
but i am no hero,
and the dragon i could not slay
leaving our world a burning wreck

the fire has died and all thats left is the glowing ember of my heart.
i look and i am happy despite the pain
at least we tried
i wont dewell on the ifs ive been there
and done that.
i'm fine standing here watching
as long as your happy.
you werent mine to keep just to hold.

this was supposed to be our fairytale,
but your not some helpless damsel
and you proved stronger
then the hero afterall was done and said

i wonder what you would say if i told you that i still dream of your smile,
of your warmth of your laugh.
how this song makes me think of you and me, and how i play it on a loop when i feel alone.
how your face and words are etched forever in my soul
that this mended heart has your initials carved into it.

this was supposed to be our fairytail
but we never fit into cliches did we?
i can only hope that happily everafter
is in our reach
:icon2broken2care:
why do i have to say stuff here?
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~Ametyr Jan 7, 2013
and why can't all relationships end like this; people accepting the pain and the end, not fighting and screaming, backstabbing whoever is the next one, or holding on to what should never be? Acceptance that everything wasn't perfect yet wonderful, and will alwys have been, despite what happens afterwards...
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~2broken2care Jan 7, 2013
people are immature, greedy and predisposed to hurt each other
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~Ametyr Jan 7, 2013
that seems to be the core of quite a lot of problems...
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~2broken2care Jan 12, 2013
50% of ones misery is made by one's self the other 50% is made by others
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~Ametyr Jan 12, 2013
fair misery...
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