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[Princess Hey]

One day you will see that it has all come together.What you have been fighting against has finally been defeated.You will look back and laugh at what has passed and you will say to yourself it didnt stand a chance

[Anonymous]

We are the unconquered,
The battered and the proud.
We sing a song of triumph
As our voices ring out loud.
We are the forsaken,
The lost forgotten few
Left to wither by the wayside,
Who now come marching through.

Our smiles blaze like the banners
That we hold up to the sky;
They left us there to crumble
But still we would not die.
They shot their slings and arrows
And we took the quivers all
But kept moving dumbly onward
And never did we fall.

We won our independence
In a battle hard and long
From the day we first discovered
It would kill us to belong.
As we raise the flag of victory
Minds and eyes turn misty gray
Remembering the blood we shed
In waiting for this day.

[Anonymous]

The river bears its young dead ambivalently

And turns them up in spring, bloated gray

From long dead sleep in the black muck at

The river bottom. Gasses raise the bodies

Like Lazarus and the men with the slim poles

Fish the corpses from waters that have long

Forgotten what it’s like to be both blue and clean.



I knew her, she who once climbed upon

A clock tower on the Quad and enthralled us all

With her rant, while the shaken professors

Cancelled all our finals and some of us actually came

Alive that day, blessed with this fortuitous

Second chance, and we were born again as

Students who had only been mad revelers before



Her face lying sun-up resembles that of a puffer fish,

Not as serene or admittedly as pained as it was

In life. Her amber eyes no longer shine with that

Peculiar fire that made men lust for her quite openly

In their dorms and made some women wonder

Why God had decided they had to love men instead

She is gone and that light gone with her. It is a shame.



You can walk out on the parapets of the bridge, etched

In granite long weathered into nothingness and no one can

See you stashed among the gargoyles while you stare down

At the roiling waters, perhaps seeing the last of winter’s floes

Drifting by before you decide it is time, and you can fly

When in fact a direct drop is preferred; no more meandering

In the mud of misery, yet lying there entombed, until the spring.



For the living left to pick up the pieces there are only questions and despair

And for some the soul-wrenching that would dry out any sponge,

But there’s the rub: Often, the dead leave scars upon the living

That the living do not deserve, and those who choose to die themselves

Rather than letting God or fate decide the way burn surviving flesh

More savagely than most. Some dare call this courage, but staring

At the wasted beauty pulled up from the river, I'’m inclined to disagree.

[Anonymous]

I dreamed inside the framework of a quiet echo
As my fingers touched the quill of your soul
I hid behind the clouds so no one would know
Of my lonely walks within no man's glow

You gently untied me from pastels of blue
From an embryonic womb of darkness
You gave me to sup of morning's first dew
Soothing lost edges as no other could do

You took the nightscape from inside my head
Your sun-thoughts cloaked my apathy
In layers of strawberry, silks and red
You spun every dream from smiles of thread

I climbed upon the plinth as you held my hand
You bade me follow across flawless fields
The windows of time became beads of sand
As we walked away from the dust of man

[Anonymous]

If tears were a stairway and memories a lane
We'd walk a golden carpet to a world without pain
If heartaches were roses and sadness swept to sea
Life would be a resting place of palatial serenity

If tears were hung as icicles on winter's tree of fir
Or flowing into vials of frankincense and myrrh
Grant God the lonely blue, and throw away the key
A valued world to offer what a lovely place to be

If tears could paint rainbows across a sky of grey
Or lift a broken spirit from the bluest empty day
If innocence could be kept and never cast aside
We'd see a deeper felicity where no one ever cried

If tears were as the wind blowing away the snares
Whispering amid the leaves "I'll carry all the cares"
No anchors would we need for Jesus has the hand
That wipes away the tears and erases pain of man

[Princess Hey]

Sometimes the strongest women are the ones who love beyond all faults,cry behind closed doors and fights battles that nobody knows about!!!

[Anonymous]

Girl, you slid shadow-like into my life,


hypnotizing me with golden eyes


and glistening blue-patterned skin


that moves gently like leaves


adrift on a forest floor,


words melting into rich loam


that scents me with its damp new growth.

Your tongue feasts on my breath


while you slither along the floorboards


of my soul, getting caught


on still-rough edges that tear

at your brilliant layers,


exposing you for what you really are.



When you turn to say it’s just illusions


in the twilight’s romantic glow,


your forked tongue caresses both my palms


and I watch you struggle to keep


your fangs from doing me harm.



I press your poisoned teeth against my throat

and milk you dry.



When morning’s glow wakes us


from tremulous sleep,

I offer you a bone, comforting you


as my precious new poison spurts,


scalding the back of your own throat,


watching as your scales melt and fade


in the heat of my duplicity.

~DeVine.

[Anonymous]

A gift so small
Soft and warm
You hold it with pride
and love it like it was the only gift
you had ever received.

As the years pass by
your treatment becomes rough
Dragged through your mess and your chaos
the gift hardens,
Cracks and chips appear
as you throw this gift on the floor.
Smashing it to pieces.

Finally you give up,
The gift becomes obsolete,
left in the darkness of your world,
Forgotten.
You carry on with your chaos,
never looking at the gift,
Never remembering the love
you once held for the pathetic broken mess
in the cupboard.

Changes come and go,
and your life requires you
to clear out the clutter,
You come across your once cherished gift,
Memories flood back of the wonder
and happiness you felt upon receiving it.

You find some cheap glue and try to fix this,
carefully you place the pieces back together, taking your time to make it look new.
But this gift knows
It still shows the pain
and mistreatment it suffered
at your careless hands.

Does repairing this make you feel better?
Does this help you to forget the pain you caused?
This gift will seem like it's fixed,
like it never was broken,
if you are careful enough.

But if you truly care,
and you look close enough,
you will see that the cracks
can never truly be healed.

That the facts will always be there,
if only small, some pieces
will forever be missing,........

Some things can never be fixed.

[Anonymous]

An evolutionary

sensation evoked a

desire, a fire.

Irresistible instinct,

ingrained in inner acid.

Seemingly senseless,

like Okazaki fragments, yet

deeper investigation

unearths intrinsic need.

My complimentary pair,

you transcribe my inner self

and construct a lovers touch

from outside the membrane

of my heart,

so that mutation merely matters

as an afterthought.



A discovery,

define what makes

me click, tick.

Carefully coded

carbon-copy care.

Emotional erosion,

stolen base-pair

a single disruption,

nonsense, you call it, yet

deadly consequence.

Cancerous passion,

translate the prose of love,

the inner workings

of my heart.

Surreal sorrow sends

letters to their grave; forgiven,

the process repeats itself.

[Princess Hey]

It hurts when you have someone in your heart,but you cant have them in your arms!!!!

[Anonymous]

T he questions of this day,
H earken to the unknown
E asily asked, yet ...

D are I answer?

E ver have I shied away,
P iously avoiding
T ruth.

H iding, from myself

S ome are born to bear burdens
O thers, are forced to
F ear ...
M atters of the mind

Y et ever do we ...
S eek,
O nly to find no answers,
U nder the bridges of our minds

L ife’s dealt its blows
W inning with my grief
I ncomparable though, to the pain of ...
L ove.

L ove.
B arely a word, yet ...
E ver does it echo the
R eality of a true heart

E ver gripped by my mind,
A ccosted by demons, yet ...
L ove, beckoned.
I rresistibly.

S tepping tentatively,
E ver the cynic
D aring the whirlwind,
O f her intensity

N ever, in nine
L ifetimes, could I have known, a
Y earning, so powerfully compelling,
W ithout even a touch.

H ow can this be?
E ven as I ask, I ...
N otice,
I don’t even care

A s was fated though,
M y heart was captured,
F ires were cooled,
I ce was broken.

N ow I have no fear.

A s always,
L ove does not kill demons,
L ove only soothes them
Y es, they are calm,
W ell, calmer.
I fear though,
T hey will never be silenced.

H is heart is strong though,
M ine as well.

Y et apart, I am only a part.

S oon however,
T ogether,
A lways,
R ealizing ... wholeness, the true depths of my soul.

[Princess Hey]

Just so you know,there's a space that only you can fill..Just so you know I loved you then I guess I always will!!!!!!

[KNIGHT DEVINE]

Night has fallen, although
Midnight hours are never strange, and
When rain or snow,
Sometimes is
Heavily falling, though these sounds
I cannot hear.
Somehow
It was just another night,
Another day, or
Another minute
Just as yesterday has
Slipped through the crack
Beneath my bedroom door,
Locked, dead bolted and keyed,
I cannot remember if I kept that key, or if the
Rain or snow has come between the world outside and me?
A song was once written just for me
I could hear the first few words but
Its melody was arrested when somebody in my mind suddenly
Wants me to die as
That song becomes so strangely frightening?
Bells are ringing,
Some shadowy being is standing by my bedside, and
Time has slipped away from me once more through that
Crack beneath my bedroom door.
I just heard the first few words to my favorite song,
Voices tell me I am none but beautiful while that
Rain keeps tap-dancing upon my windowsill.
A shadowy and threatening figure
is still lurking above my bed.
That voice inside my mind wants me to die and another is
Telling me I am none but beautiful,
A few more words from my favorite song have just been sung.
I believe I that people are out there wishing me ill-fate, that
Roses grow in the wintertime and
I am swimming in a whirlpool of confusion
Of what is real and what is not?
A few more words from my favorite song, and
Bells keep chiming and
I just heard another voice calling my name-
In all fairness, I must confess that
Even though somebody in my mind would like for me to die, and only I can hear those
Ringing bells and songs sung to me,
That melody has been arrested
Suddenly-
Only because I realize now that it is a dance
Choreographed for me alone and
Even if it is a tragic musical
I am in a safer place than outside my door
There is a world out there and
It can rain and it can snow and
Cars can splash through water as they drive by my window and
Every day I spend out there
Is more of a nightmare than
The saddest tune my thoughts can play,
Voices that wish for me to die,
Demonic dances or dark figures
lurking above my bed
Will never harm me as much as
What goes on outside my window every day, or as
Going to work or living a life in a very ordinary way, and besides-
I just heard that voice inside my head
Telling me once more that
I am none but beautiful…

[quilterqueen]

Hoosier Hillbilly

[QuiteCrazy]

like duh

[KNIGHT DEVINE]

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere,
in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

[Princess Hey]

Dont take someone for granted just because you know every time you push them away,they'd always come running back,cause one day they wont come back.

[KNIGHT DEVINE]

Truth is I never needed or deserved this shit.
Truth is I never should have believed you cared.
Truth is you where not the answer to anything
in my life but my personal choice.
Truth is I was being honest with you.
Truth is it felt-too good to be true.
Truth is being with you came natural
and you felt good in my arms.
Truth is I felt more complete
in the last months then I did
in my last seven years from any other woman.
Truth is I told you that you couldn't hurt me.
Truth is I know about your other man.
Truth is I know where you were when you said
you were sick all night on one Thursday.
Truth is I know where you were when you said you were busy with family that one day.
Truth is none of that even matters
and details are not important.
Truth is I know you are just having fun.
Truth is you are not being truthful with me.
Truth is it hurts me and yet
I still don't want to walk away.
Truth is I continued to hope you would choose me.
Truth is you are a good woman but making a bad choice.
Truth is your inability to choose
will be the worst mistake you've made.
Truth is I could be the world for you
and gave my all.
Truth is I thought I couldn't get hurt
because there’s no way possible I could love you.
But the truth is--- that I do!

And the truth is that the truth hurts!

[I fish]

KNIGHT DEVINE wrote:

Truth is I never needed or deserved this shit.
Truth is I never should have believed you cared.
Truth is you where not the answer to anything
in my life but my personal choice.
Truth is I was being honest with you.
Truth is it felt-too good to be true.
Truth is being with you came natural
and you felt good in my arms.
Truth is I felt more complete
in the last months then I did
in my last seven years from any other woman.
Truth is I told you that you couldn't hurt me.
Truth is I know about your other man.
Truth is I know where you were when you said
you were sick all night on one Thursday.
Truth is I know where you were when you said you were busy with family that one day.
Truth is none of that even matters
and details are not important.
Truth is I know you are just having fun.
Truth is you are not being truthful with me.
Truth is it hurts me and yet
I still don't want to walk away.
Truth is I continued to hope you would choose me.
Truth is you are a good woman but making a bad choice.
Truth is your inability to choose
will be the worst mistake you've made.
Truth is I could be the world for you
and gave my all.
Truth is I thought I couldn't get hurt
because there’s no way possible I could love you.
But the truth is--- that I do!
And the truth is that the truth hurts!

agreed.
someone else deserves that shit.

[KNIGHT DEVINE]

I fish wrote:

<quoted text>
agreed.
someone else deserves that shit.

Really... what are we agreeded upon, care to elaborate and/or expand (upon)?