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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
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.
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.
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.
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
You're not living, you're survivingDo you know the difference between people and animals?
People and animals have a key difference,
People live,
Animals survive.

Don’t do anything without thinking
Because if you do,
You’re not living,
You’re surviving.

Don’t be without love
Because if you do,
You’re not living,
You’re surviving.

Don’t waste your time,
Because if you do,
You’re not living,
You’re surviving.

Don’t regret the past,
Because if you do,
You’re not living,
You’re surviving.

This life is so precious to just survive.
Human life is done for it to be lived.
Animal life is done for it to be surv
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yes-once a cutter always a cutter just like junk, the sharps entice...
my therapists tell me it is not unhealthy to keep the blades to look at & remember because i am mind-healthy enough not to take them out for cutting. i don't even open the drawer on those days (and not today either for all my friends who might wonder or worry--i have too much to live for!)
i am mind-healthy enough to tell all of you that aren't past the act of cutting that it gets out of hand so easily and when you are laying there dying--that is when you realize what you do have to live for. there is not always gonna be someone there to pay attention and/or get you to a hospital. i damaged myself beyond repair & i do not know why i didn't die but i know it takes me almost an hour or more to type this submission because of the damage i've done to my arm. it reminds me why i can't cut. it reminds me of the face of my daddy cleaning blood off the ceiling, walls, carpet, the everything. the strongest most noble man i know w/ tears that never fell in his eyes and a face pursed against vomiting at the smell of decomp only blood pools like that put off.
somebody loves you. stop hurting yourself.
feel free to note me. i will understand you. i will care.
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~squirtle95 Feb 15, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Somehow, this hurts me and makes me happy at the same time.
I have problems dealing with my emotions. I get so caught up in what I think I am doing wrong, that I can't bear with myself anymore.
I have been a cutter for over a year now, for various reasons. I don't know how to explain it, but it just makes me feel so much better after I do it.
I wish I could stop, but I don't know how. I need help, but no one seems to listen. I know that is very cliche, but it's true, and I don't know what to do.
My life doesn't seem like it's worth living.
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=kersee9 Mar 2, 2011  Professional Writer
I'm so sorry it took me so long to get back to you. I was away from dA.
Your life IS worth living. You cut because it releases something inside (breaking inside and letting the blood) that is understandable. You can fix it, doctor it, repair it (until you get to the point where you go to far) and in that way you have turned what must be emotional turmoil, not understanding your feelings, etc. into something tangible that you know how to deal with.
The true key is to reach inside yourself and see you for what you are all the parts, the hurt, the shame, the truth. Then you take those truths and turn them with art, friends, family into something you can at least be honest with yourself about. After you start admitting to yourself how you feel and why, you should be able to live without cutting. If the pain inside becomes something you can say out loud then the blade has no power over you anymore because you have spoken out loud with your voice, not hidden a cut under a bandage or sleeve, pants or where-ever you cut.
You can do it and if you ever need someone to listen--I will. :heart:
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~squirtle95 Mar 2, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
:) Thank you. You're deviation actually helped me alot with my cutting.
I have disposed of my knife. :D I actually got rid of it in a place where I can never get it again, so i think im good. I havent had any urges or anything since. :D I think I'm finally getting better. :]
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=kersee9 Mar 2, 2011  Professional Writer
That makes you a strong person and if I helped make a difference for you--I am truly humbled. :love:
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~squirtle95 Mar 2, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
After I did it, I was shocked and I kind of regretted it. It was like losing a friend. But now I realize I made a good decision, and that it was for the best.
I'm glad. :D
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~rushingtide May 21, 2010
Powerful and beautiful. Emotional.

Thank you.
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=kersee9 May 21, 2010  Professional Writer
:hug:
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~the-photographicpoet May 20, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
This is such a daunting and powerful poem. I actually cried :(

You write beautifully, and the emotions are expressed well.

Thank you for sharing this
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=kersee9 May 20, 2010  Professional Writer
wow. i certainly didn't mean to make anyone cry but i hope it makes people think. :heart:
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~the-photographicpoet May 20, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
:huggle:
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