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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
neither the Sun nor the Moon no longer
ache to see me fly in their luster.

XXXXXEven now,
part of me
(my hands)
want to
pull out
that glass
she lodged
in her neck.

Pull it out
and drop it
into pieces,
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.

Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
(my chest)
is not afraid
of demons.

It is far less
dangerous
than girls with
haphazard knives
and other
monsters.

Chasing Butterflies

I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.

I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.

I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.

There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...

on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
apology.

i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.

you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon

Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)

On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said,
shaking her head.

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

HollowHollow
Is her chest.

She feels around for emotions;
Sadness and anger is what she has mastered the best.

World moves around her
In top-speed rate,

While she stands still or get maneuvered around
Like a dense grey stone in the rapids of fate.

Erosion shapes her outsides
As a rough unapproachable being;

It builds up the pressure inside
Where she's really quite more softer than what you're seeing.

But don't expect for there to be a heart,
It's already shattered to pieces and is reformed from charred coals;

Even now and again it is crumbling apart;
Life has filled it with so many holes....

Hollow
Is her chest.

She feels no emotion,
Exce

EqualityEquality

Today my rainbow flag
Stands proud next to
The American flag.

Today my flag is counted
Equal. Represents equality
To our nation.

Today the rainbow flag
Represents the gay
Community not as a

Separate any longer
But as a whole. As
My state Minnesota
Legalizes gay marriage.

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind

Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
Young haters,
Young liars,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.

Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it a

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

Evolution of life

child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape

we evolve to finish in the matrix

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Happy New YearDrinking broken glass...
"cheers to bloody dreams,
and a slit throat"
from the inside out.
For this year, this month, this day of carnage.
A glorious start with a glorious toast.
We'll stay wrecked , scarred and shamed.
We'll cling to the last shread of life with our
scissor hands,
and kiss our lovers good bye with our
razor kisses.

Clock Watcher DreamsAnxious hours of clock watching,
of wearing my smile as a mask.

Endless tunnels where you're the only light.
Empty arms where I wish I could hold you tight.

You're a safe distance from my destruction
And I'll pretend it didn't matter.

Leave your murder eyes victimless,
stealing away, running in distress.
from thoughts no words can
express

TwoTwo Tears.
I'll give you only two.
For my memory box,
So I can change the locks
and draw you from my mind.
Like poison.
Two Tears.
Made of lost hope, pain
from the rest, I will abstain.

Little Pebbles + Glass HousesIt's like a constant buzzing in my ear,
A lack of oxygen in my lungs,
Somethings can't be fixed.
Somethings are permanently embedded in your memory.
Can never be corrected.
Just won't go away.
It makes my stomach ache and my hands shake,
that i can't shut my brain off
and avoid your face and my imagination,
creating impossible scenarios,
where you're holding my hand steady
and this pen doesn't write tragedies but love songs.
Where I'm not untouchable and you're not unreachable.
Where I'm not contained by my own misery,
in a glass house.
You can see how pathetic I am but you can't get through.
Not throwing the little pebbles at

NovemberNovember , A blank page in a hand written book,
Stuck in the envelope of seasons,
A follow up to their celebration.
November's bare, bare as the trees,
That are stretching to the sky,
reaching for what they'll never hold,
Impatient for the snow
because their branches have let go,
of the life they birthed and nurtured.
The wind simply stole their hearts away and crumpled them to the ground.
November, we all hold our breath for it to pass,
hoping the pain will subside with snow flecked nights.
November and the leaves are broken,
the sky cries grey and the air tricks chills
onto our flesh.
November drags on.
forever it seems,
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Rain, Rain

by ~Mintamite, Jul 10, 2012, 10:22:20 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Perhaps there was a sweetness in that moment,
A rare delectable bite, bitter-sweet juices
Running through my teeth like the lies
That couldn't be swallowed, like the
Borrowed apologies: What a scheme you played,
What a tastelessly dark midnight walk,
No stars to feast our eyes upon,
No scrumptious tunnel-light to strive
Toward.
But there was that moment, like lucid dreaming
It came and it went, and I felt in control, but
Now I just can't rest.
I keep thinking…
Behind, I'll leave it all in the past,
But sometimes I can't help to ask
How you are, I want to know if you're
Thinking of me like I'm thinking of you-
With beer on our breath we won't pass
Any sobriety test, but we'll test the limits
See what's under that dress.
Guess you can care enough to feel.
Guess I can't care enough to.
And the moment passes.

I don't think I can walk away silently
In the dark like you do…
I'd have too many words busting
Out of my heart, 5 litres of blood
And enough apologies to flood
Your brain with questions,
Perhaps you'd pose a question-
And my cardiovascular misconception
Wouldn't be in vain…it'd pump
And you'd pump, and we'd be on
The same page. But I hesitate,
And you're gone.

I'll hold on to that moment,
Let it breathe for me, but those words
Contained are bacteria floating through
My veins, nothing can make me as diseased
As a held back scrap of speech.
Time to re-evaluate- I'd walk away
With so much to say.
It hurts but we're not the same
As we were that moment-
So bitter sweet, all the lust, the love
Ran down my chin, and instead of
Sinking into my skin, the tears
Oh the rainy tears
Made it all go away.

Rain, Rainby ~Mintamite

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Life is full of little moments.
And sometimes you just have to...let go.

~That-Quiet-Guy Jul 16, 2012

This has really great imagery. I got so wrapped up in it that I lost track of time, which is hard to do in the span of a couple minuets. Thanks for sharing =]

~Mintamite Jul 21, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks so much Justin, I'm glad you think so! (:

~Hey-Ocean Jul 13, 2012

"In vain" ...pun intended?
I really like the phrase "Nothing can make me as diseased as a held back scrap of speech"
Your poetry is amazing. Sometimes I feel like you've left me miles below you.
Keep it up!

~Mintamite Jul 21, 2012 Student Writer

I'm glad you pointed that out! I actually didn't notuce it before! heheh. I ALWAYS feel like you've left me miles below YOU. You're so sophisticated and eloquent. It just means we need to somehow collaborate. (: Thanks so much for the positive feedback!

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