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A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.

I triedI tried to count my scars,
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.

So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.

And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.

Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.

I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p

To Be ContinuedAnd she was a whisper

Just a little wisp of a thing
Silently begging

To be bigger
To have constancy
A connection

She wanted to be thought of
As more than
And to be continued

She had this way about her
Where she would not look in the mirror
For fear she said
Superstition

That she was losing her head
In increments
It didn't make sense
She had them all covered in cloth

Grieving
The woman that she could have been

She dressed in darkness
Afraid to be seen
Never was she keen on clarity

But it didn't stop her
From trying to be whole

To fill up the cavern within
She did it with sin and lies

All knowing

The whole whi

The Final PerformanceThe world is silent,
except for the beating of of my heart.
The World is cold,
except for the fire at my fingertips.
I feel as if grim fate has come.
I feel as if my story is at an end.

I will not fall.
I will not fail.
The stage is mine.

This is my life.
This is my day.
This is my story.
This is my time.
THis is my moment.

Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.

Dear Sorrow,
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.

Dear Pessimism,
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.

Dear Apathy,
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.

Dear Agony,
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.

Dear Death,
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.

how could you possibly know?you are sitting in the same cafeteria you've been sitting the past three years. everyday the same old people, the same old orders.

that woman who's sitting in the corner looking absently through the window, she's been sitting in that one place from am to pm, every single day. her eyes watches the people passing by on the crowded street outside the window. it took you three years to see the bruises and the cuts, until you realized that this cafeteria was the only place she could escape her unhappy, violent marriage.

there is that dark haired teenage girl, sitting in the chair and reading her book. you think, she likes poems, edgar allan poe

I Read Your PainYou have been hurt.
You have been beaten and you have been ridiculed.
And as I look into your eyes, I read your pain.
I read your pain as my own.
I have been down the road you're trekking.
And though the end may seem so far off,
There is always a light at the end.
I know it is easier said than done,
But you are strong.
I used to be in your position,
I knew how hard it was.
The effort to wait out the storm is worth it.
I had been hurt.
I had been beaten and ridiculed.
My eyes reflected the same pain as yours.
I read your pain as my own.
Now look at where I have ended up.
I am happy and I am living my life.
If I can do it, I k

I am a momentIts one thirty-five in the morning
And I am tracing patterns on my
ceiling
walls
skin

the fan cracked while waiting
for the lullabies of castrated roman choirs
to lull my restless heart into a drowsy rhythm

no, not tonight,
tonight, I am struggling to breathe
for I have lungs lined with day-glo stickers.
my ears are blocked with downbeat of the tempo
tonight I am every moment that
I realized
I wished for
I wanted

You are making me glow.
And I become the moment inspiration hits
searching the beaded stars circling my wrists
For mirac

Glitter on the pageThere is glitter on my fingertips,
As they stroke across the page,
Its all black and red to you,
But I see it glimmer and form.

She didn't have to make that joke,
As it cut into my trusting heart,
Black, yes, everything is black,
This is why I stay silent.
That was a secret she laughed about.
And you laughed too,
"I'm used to it."

He won't leave my dreams,
And I can never sleep.
Lets wash this blood red marker,
away in the sink.
This is why I am insomniac.
The bullet noise forever imprinted in my mind.
You just smile,
"Well, he's in a better place now."

She never had to use my life against me,
Those low blo

The four elements of painThe four elements of pain

My face is laughing
while my heart is in hell.

Tortured by burning knives.
Horses with fiery hooves
burn their passage right through it
trying to burn it to ashes.

Floods of salty tears
play around the bloody cliffs
drowning everything but the pain
which is fed by this deadly water.

Rocks as large as houses
and stones as small and sharp as shards
pulverize every tiny plant
named Hope and Love.

Across the vast land
blows a wind – violent and cruel.
There isn't a shelter for my love
to be there safe and warm.

But you are my almighty lord,
able to raise me into heaven
with only one wink of your

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Snippy - Poem of Doom

by `alexiuss, Feb 19, 2012, 9:11:25 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...

But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?

I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.

Snippy - Poem of Doomby `alexiuss

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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joy 22 22

wow 6 6

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~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

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~yokogreyword Feb 13, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

Poor Snippy. It would be worth it all to him, just to see zee captain get a taste of his own medicine.

~mycatlikestuna Sep 26, 2012 Student

Awww. Tis true.

~Lugbzurg Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Looking at this getup... is anyone else reminded of the Combine from Half-Life 2?

Well, in any case, noticing thumbnails and comments here, whatever this series of yours is, I should probably start reading it.