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I reget to inform you that your thoughts remain trapped within the confines of the Bermuda Triangle;
nothing can be done to retrieve them.
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                          print ERROR;

                    
Watch them dance.Drawn to the glow they dance about,
twirl and dip.
Frolic,
unaware you've been watching,
with your many eyes,
plotting.
You see a feast in their play.
As they sleep,
weary from their fun.
Your work begins.
Fine thread of your own making.
Weaving your trap.
Carefully legs work without flaw.
You do this often,
it is your trade.
When complete,
you rest.
Awaiting the night.
For glow to appear.
When it does,
they flock to it.
Bodies in motion.
As you sit,
ever so still.
Waiting.
Waiting for one to get too close
to their precious glow.
Tangled in your web.
OddWalls covered with
a
r
t
So deviously.
The Deadly UrgeCan't wait, must
fight for bathroom.
Grand Theft CakeNobody tried to stop us.
When we got outside, we ran.
When we got home we ate stolen birthday cake.
It tastes so good to be bad.
tainted lungs and lost lovesthe hydrangeas bow their heads to me
by the glow of the streetlamp.

smoke shields my eyes,
coloring my lungs charcoal.

you're not here to hold me,
to fight against the current
pinning me down like a
guillotine. (it's closing off my mind.)
you're not here to take me
away on a plane to  
where real things happen.
instead, you're stuck in
tamarack, thinking of
hallucinogenic visons
and the girl you'll return to.

somehow, we ended up
together only to be pulled
apart like to haves of a
shattered heart. we
lived only for each other,
but you faded away in the
mist of lies.

your voice will always be in
my head; an alarm cl
Stolen: Haikus of a NightShe had no real clue
what hit her but she wanted
to hit it back now.

Early on she knew
she could feel her stolen heart
and her well-kissed lips.

She looked in her purse
for a new phone number or
another good clue.

She saw "Frank. Your turn"
on a paper scrap from Sal's
with a phone number.

She remembered him,
the man who played guitar notes
so golden, she'd danced.

Then they waltzed as one
with the evening nearly done.
They kissed when they left.
Pink death.Fluffy bunnies and rainbow shoes
Sparkly unicorns and pink tutus
A little pink dress, with a hot red stripes adorn.
Neon purple lipstick, these are the nightmares I face.
I like the monsters that go bump in the night.
The ones that sparkle in pink, those are the true horrors.
WishesYou told me to make a wish
On passing street lights;
But you were already there.
Things Fall to Pieces and Melt Holidays

'Twas the holiday season and all was well,
The wind was a'howlin and the snow swiftly fell.
The drifts of the snow were growing up higher,
But we hardly cared from our place by the fire.

The fire, it danced, all merry and cheery,
And as it danced on, our eyes slowly grew weary.
We'd planned to go skiing or sledding, or such,
But now all we wished was to sleep very much.

So we lowered our heads to our pillows and reasoned,
We'll go sledding tomorrow, tis still Christmas season!
So we drifted to sleep with thoughts filled with snow,
And we never suspected what came next, oh no.

'Twas the day after Christmas, and all had
Fast DrumMock it, Knock it -
Will we stop it?

Boot it, Shoot it -
Who will lose it?

Crave it, Pave it -
Can we save it?

Spit it, Hit it -
Will we quit it?

Trials, Wilds -
Who walks a mile?

Out there, In here -
Which is more dear?

He say, She say -
Who hears the baybay?

One way, Done way,
Why not more ways?

Now is, Now see -
What is free now?
Gone?To rails
too
late,
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Look to No-one But YourselfI recognize you; yes, you. You sit there silently and gaze back and I don't know your name but still, you look familiar. What is your name my quiet friend? Speak up, or did they take your tongue too? Apparently so. Well, I'm not surprised. That is the point of these endless prisons; to drive us incompetent. Of course you can't hear me either. You can mouth all you like but these smooth, invisible walls; they stifle any thought, any feeling, any notion. The rants, they come in raves, but with no-one to hear they become less and less frequent. You'll see. You'll see.

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Unscripted;
Isn't that the way life should be?
A freedom to make one's own decisions
Without the guidance of destiny?

But on these nights,
When everything comes spinning back, I see,
That just as I write these words,
Some one else picks up a pen for me.
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~XxBlindxBeautyxX May 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I almost didn't notice the rhyme, which I like because, I usually avoid rhyme myself, thinking it cheapens a poem. But the rhyme here only serves to bring emphasis. Good job.
-Tay
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*EMort May 21, 2012
Thankyou! I don't tend to do it often, unless it happens naturally :3 My lecturers spend a great deal of time hammering it in, NO RHYME, NO RHYME, but they never notice when I slip it in XD
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~monstroooo Jan 11, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Elegant, thought-provoking, meaningful. It's brilliant!
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*EMort Jan 11, 2011
Thankyou! :bow:
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~Kira73 Dec 23, 2010
This piece has been featured here --> [link]

:heart: KM
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*EMort Dec 26, 2010
Wow ^^ Thankyou!!!
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*jimfleming Nov 23, 2010
Don't be too hard on yourself....No one lives in a vacuum... We all feel the influence of others pushing and pulling at us...Just go surfing :)
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~TheOtherSarshi Nov 22, 2010
The proofreader in me screams: "ones is supposed to be one's!" So I wrote that first :)

I like it. The idea is neat - and true, isn't it? -, the title is nicely fitting. I also like the rhyming pattern. And I'm really happy that it works on both a physical and metaphorical level - most people seem to lose one for the sake of the other and it's quite annoying.

Anyway, fav. :D
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*EMort Nov 22, 2010
Changed ^^ I even wrote it the correct way in my notebook grrrr.....stoopid typos >_<

And thank you ^^ And yes I believe it's true; it's sought of my own version of faith that has developed over many many years :D The other night it just kind of hit me when I read someone else's poem with the exact ideas and then it was addressed to "Emma" (my name) It just felt like a reason to write this.

h_h thanks so much for the fave !!!
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~TheOtherSarshi Nov 22, 2010
My pleasure :)

Kudos.
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