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The EditorMakeshift by the lake,
I watched you finish my sentence
- Hastily retracting the bitterness
and editing out
     my overstated meaning.

A fly serenaded you,
As you derooted the root,
- Deflowered the bud
and edited out
    every semblance of a meaning.

I allowed it, in the summer haze.
For you to slather me
- In someone elses
typewriter ribbons
     soaked in someone elses feeling.

But when you slept at last
I arose, painted bleach by your tongue
- Shook off your petty rules
and crossing outs
    and ran away, free - and feeling.
Hard.On days like this it is hard to move
It is hard to dress myself.
Blouse a chest plate; dress me in chain mail.
- with the helmet on it is hard to see
it is hard to open my eyes, or lift my chin.
On days like this, it is hard to be human.

It is hard to raise my hands, to button
or to brush my mangy hair.
It is hard to construct the image of a person
out of these destitute materials.
it is hard to pump clotted, crumbling blood.
On days like this, it is hard to be human.
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".
The White ThingsNothing is as far away as a minute ago.
No matter how hard you row against the tide
we can never reach it, never return there.

It's hard to sleep in the light of my regrets
that creeps through curtain and barriers
to rot away and bleach all things white.

It's hard to sleep knowing that no distance
is as far away as sixty small seconds ago.
Immalleable, we rot, and things turn white.
Mother EarthMy body is the earth;
See how under this bruise
A seed of malcontent sleeps.
See what grows out of each pore
As the pain pours over again.
There is rust in my fingerbeds
That poisons the roots
Of all good that hopes to grow here.
I am the convulsing, revolution
of the convoluted Earth...
I am the tectonic blades that clash
and shout when I curl up and hide.
You will feel me when I tremble,
and fear me when I explode
for under the magmanimous skin
There burns a core of hate
That can't be marred by human hand.
ShockwaveFoetal
Trying to fold the pain up
To trap it between the paper cut limbs.
Curled up
Protective
But the shockwaves come
Pulsing from inside
Destroying cells
Radiocactive
Curled up
To trap it between the paper cut limbs.
Trying to fold the pain up.
Foetal.
BlackI chew on the blubbery meat of my tongue,
But it revulses
So whenever I swallow I gag.

I try not to inhale the acrid hiss of discontent
That seeps out of the corners of my mouth
And runs a river down my chin;
It reminds me of peaches. I cry.

I have digested the venom
The black rotten root of my own plague;
Ingested it. Injected it. How quick I am to accept death to me.

As organs revolve, revolt, regurgitate
I caged butterflies in my abdomen
As if lushness couldn't catch them there.
I knew better.

I ple'd to the sewn-in stars and their makeshift tenants,
For salvation and for suicide.
They offered neither.

So I sit and stew in these bodil
ParchmentI speared you with a         black-ink pen.
I tried to balance           the weight
of our weare-worn         shoulders.
Tried to counter         it with beauty
and hopefulness        , with my hopes,
persistence &         with my dark love.
They came to        see it in hundreds,
Droves, of         similarly seeking
hope and         a reason to continue.
Reasons         to love, even when it
hurts.         Reasons to try when the
vast         weight of differences 'tween
us         can't be fixed by adding
a         single strike of strength
        through the middle. Our love
      wasn't strong enough for poetry
     to save. It crum
ArtI tapped yellow and rouge onto his high cheekbones.
I wanted to dull their sharpness. Dull his shine.
I swiped royal and tiffany across his forehead,
An impermanent reminder of how precious he was to me.

A fuschia flush down the bridge of his nose
dipped into the corner of his eye - he went cross eyed
and I laughed, dropping pink glitter on his collarbone,
he became serious as I pondered. He wanted to be Art.

The sun rose on his temple, I wanted to give him life.
I wanted every day to be a riotous sensation for him.
I left his eyes as they were so he could look at me,
I guess that, deep inside, I wanted to be Art too.
Heartbeats - Draft One /Hear me read it.

"It's not new, but you can have it" she said, tossing the token to where he was sat cross legged on the floor amid the general detritis of their lives. He caught it in his hands and examined it, imitating a jeweller he'd seen in a film once. "It's marked" he scoffed. She paused in what she was doing and turned to face him.. "why of course its marked!" she exclaimed "that's the story of where its been. It's like a map!" He turned it over in his hands and as he did, it cracked violently. He jumped, startled and dropped it onto the floor "I didnt break it!" he cried out. She laughed and picked the pieces from the floor and slot
Rock BottomThey say a rolling stone gathers no moss,
so when I shudder to a halt
The rocks in my feet continue to grind.
I feel the sand in my lungs
and the regretful mist silting in my heart
as the waves come back in
reaching eagerly for my legs, spooling, churning
over me. Rooted in my misery.
I know the rocks in my feet will help me drown.
Of ForestsPinecones are the skeletons of foetal trees.
They are the hopes, desires and dreams of a forest
reduced to the brittle, breakable bones under it all.
They are the unburied memories of loss.
Breaking Them InSpasmodic heart,
Tumbleweeds through my chest,
Bang bang bangs against my ribs;
it demolishes me.

Palms on plastic,
Losing control again, Tell myself I
can can can keep getting through this.
It won't devour me.

Tears from the bridge,
Overexposed my pneumonic heart to
hope hope hoping that I could.
So afraid that I'd fail.

Desperate need;
I refused to settle in ash.
No no no, I wouldn't endure another
year lost in the dark.

I gathered my tail,
brushed off maggot-sodden feathers
So so so frightened to fall
I barked, I bucked - and I flew.
My FavouriteShe is my favourite.
No siren song marks me deeper.
There is nowt but dust between us.

She is the herald of my thoughts,
The anthem of my days
She knows all my knowings well.

She is tense and bitter
when I must wear my Brave Face.
She weeps when I may not.

She pours her secrets, vermillion,
From ink to blotted page
So I may toss them aside, and breathe.

She is my favourite,
She who unmarvels me marvellously.
She who whispers in my tongue.
a Novella of LoveShe wrote a novel on the back of my left hand,
It washed away when she left me.
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HaloHear me read it

A halo of rope around my neck,
Is the closest to heaven, that I'll ever get.
Honestly - Draft One /Honestly

Its time to tell you things
I've not wanted to say
Its time to let my dreams
Out of the night for a day

You make me so sick
As in, unwell and in pain
Because my heart stops
Whenever you say my name

I've recoiled from I love you
More and more with time
I've only been afraid you see
That you're not really mine

With this broken honesty
I write desperate to let out
All these hoped wished memories
That plague me with such doubt

With soft brushed kisses
In the dark of night
I've wept just like a child
While you hold me tight

And these rhymes might be cliched
Old and now re used
But I've been to frightened
and mental
Hope and Reality - Draft One /Hope is the noose
that will hang you.
Joe - Draft One /Joe

With sun kissed snatches
Of reaching for breath
And half meant whispers
Of love and of death

With soft little memories
That we still have not made
With quiet now melodies
Steel.. Steal broken blade

With hushedness and tears
And shaking of the heart
Taking asprin one by one
And breaking them apart

You crumble them into clouds
Before my very eyes
And deaths no longer what I crave
And now what I despise

And if it takes me away from you
Its no longer lust
I fall heavily from cliff sides now
And tremble into dust
Katerinna - Draft One /Katerinna

Red red raw and friction tied
This is my only hope
10 times now I might have died
But I look on for hope

Broken nails bleed, pouring
But nothing now can save me
Choking, twisting, falling
And no one now can save me

Dizzy and forgetful now
Is this the way to get it
One like me just told me how
And I will never forget it

With streaks down my face
I wake up in the rain
With streaks of blood down the walls
I wake up again to pain
Killer - Draft One /Killer

Whatever direction you turn your eyes
In the end there is no suprise
Downcast, outcast, lost and alone
You've got no future, got no home

You can look forward, you can look back
But looking for hope, be smarter than that
Let life hurt you, in the end it will
Life is like love, just waiting to kill.

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Holding a Hostage - Draft One /

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I daren't close my eyes
The moment I do
You may dissapear.

I clutch at your body
Pressed between you
and the slate flooring we chose together
   You and I.

I stroke your hair and murmur
My tearful confessions
- You've heard them a thousand times before.
Not today.

There are sirens, love
and they come for me
   They come for us.

They seek to part us, my darling
and I cannot let them.

No battering ram or tear gas
Could bruise me more
       than seperation.
Nor make me cry more
       than departure.

I kiss your face
and try not to remember
How you looked when I fell in love with you.
You're not so different angel,
Not so different
Don't you fret. We will be fine.

He wants you
He is calling for your body
He longs to pull you to his darkened room
and have his evil way with you.

He longs to pour over your every pore
and delight in my misery.

He shall not.


They are smashing windows, sweetheart
and still I cannot move from here
Cannot bring my arms to loosen
From their stronghold round your neck

I will not move.


I will not let them take you from my arms
   Where you belong
They will kill me in the trying
and I shall be grateful

For I will not live without the feel of you
The touch of you
The grace of you -


If this is to be the last time I hold you
It mustn't end.


Let the house go up in flames
as I wither with my love.
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~Zevais Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist
I did another reflection, I really like how the reflection of your piece came out; it is delightfully twisted. I stopped short but it seemed fitting where I ended, and I didn't want to force anything more:
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Open your eyes...
Don't take too long,
I have something to show you.

My finger on your forehead
the smallest amount of pressure
it won't take much
...the Cliff and You.

The wind through your hair
tears in your eyes
-I've never heard this kind of scream before
...until today.

There are birds, flying.
They follow you.
...keep you company.

The distance grows, my dear.
Such a pleasant sight...

I wonder how much time will pass.
Would there be bruises?
...bodily destruction?
Will there be tears?
...any torture?

A kiss goodbye.
I will always remember...
the look on your face when you fell over...
Go to the angels,
they'll take you.
I don't care. I am free.

I was tied down.
I desired something else.
You were blocking my light.
Never let me have my way.

I feel a tingle all over.
Such delight in your misery...

I have a wicked smile.
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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 3, 2013  Student Writer
I liked it as a poem, but as a reflection of mine it made me feel uncomfortable haha. But on its own this is awesome!
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~FoxofEbony Jan 2, 2013
This is like the rest of your work, beautifully written and filled with emotion
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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 3, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you Fox, it really is :} (filled with emotion I mean lol)
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~FoxofEbony Jan 3, 2013
:) the passion of your words is especially noticeable
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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 4, 2013  Student Writer
Smiles, thank you Fox!
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~KuraiTenshiV Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist
Brought a tear to my eyes, so very good
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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 3, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you, this was another personal piece
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~KuraiTenshiV Jan 3, 2013  Hobbyist
I gathered, it's still wonderful =) and just to clarify my worry, your ok?
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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 3, 2013  Student Writer
Yes I'm alright thank you! Bit sleepy right now is all :) How are you ?
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