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Recollect the thoughts
for the paralyzed minds lost
to the imagined dilemmas
given by the hands from the devil.

though i get lonely
s l o w l y .

make no sound
lie awake sleeping
quietly loud while
the rest are nosily silent

imagined dangers creep
but its all an illusion
distorted reality is all
as the world spins

or perhaps the world
was left in the dark, to decay
rot in its own despair

darkness

cannot
exist
without
the
absence
of
light.

I'd like to set the world
ablaze, to perish in its
futile flames forever.

maybe then, there will
light to illuminate the
crimes gone unnoticed.

☺☻☺

Key to My escape.

Perhaps my mind is better
off left in this bizarre dimension
though nothing makes sense
even to me.

So I will gladly, with the purple cat
and his cunning grin, laugh
with a
Ha ha Ha ha Ha

Or have a cup of tea with my friend
Mad Hatter. But, shhhhhhhhh

La La La La La
Don't tell him that
it is not his tea what
I desire on my virgin lips.

Even the shade of the
painted roses, cannot
compare to my telltale blush.

But once awake, I look around
to the world I despise.
Desperately searching for
my white rabbit
with his ticking clock

To no avail, here I sit
wishing for the key to my escape
to my Wo

- Photographic ParadoX -

This tool of distortion
used to corrupt the
perceptions of reality

Comforted behind
unknown barriers.

The world as I see
through clear lens
has messed my senses.

My obsession with capturing
unsought beauty has seized me
though, frustrated with
unwanted outcome.

An image captured
for my collection of silly
things for me to ponder upon

Behind the camera
I feel safe, never
want to be the subject
of its eye.

Leaving the Day Behind

leave the day behind
to a night of peaceful sleep
stars will bless your dreams

Things Can Only Get BetterThings can only get better,
Those words, on rose pink lips,
Tumble into my memory,
A night with Eliza on the karaoke machine,
Microphones, drunken stumbling.

Things can only get better,
She never wore make-up,
Because she was one of those rare creatures
Who looked better without it,
My heart aches but

Things can only get better,
Right?
Dubious dark thoughts crawl sluggishly
About my skull, but I know that the old cliché is true,
She wouldn't want us to be sad.

Eliza's gone now,
Her pain snuffed out, like a dwindling candle flame
Kept doused with morphine,
She hadn't been sleeping,
Just dying.

Dying slowly.

Her hear

This is No ConfessionDark,
Heavy,
Blooming with black
Light.

The blunt sharp words,
No comfort,
Hitting down on me,
As though I am the dead meat on

A butcher's slab.

There was so absolution,
There was no reason,
This is no confession,
To ghostly ears.

For I have nothing to confess.

You've broken me,
And I hope I haven't broken you.
All I wanted....
All I wanted....

Brass owls on silver chains,
And notebooks,
Covered in artful scrawl.
Big, Victorian style pocket watches.
I know you love them.

Irish words sung to an Irish beat,
About love everlasting.
And I thought we could be like that.

Hanging from the ceiling was a dream catcher,
Stu

Dream OnA dream can be
a passing thought;
a passionate ambition.

A dream can be
a battle fought;
a superficial mission.

A dream can be
a driving force;
a forgiving comfort.

A dream can be
a thriving source;
a deceitful consort.

A dream can thrill you;
drive you or kill you.

Beware of this, dreamers—
and Dream On.

Things you never forget.You never forget:

Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
Your childhood.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.

All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.

You might not remember all the details or the date
But you r

one.i.
he says he hates poetry,
does he know i'm a poet?

cancer handshoney, you should have known
i'm one of those tasteful girls
with all those tongues hidden
in her bones

and not one of those watered down ones
wasting their time with fake, ersatz tastes,
but the pilled, the ones that can be
choked,

beds,
lips,
words,

and can't kill
with cancer hands

never.he holds his head
and shakes in his seat,
collapses in upon himself
in searing pain--
smothering me with
neverending words of shame
and promise, like
"forever"
like "never"
or "ever"
like "it doesn't matter, not ever."

A Perished Love.

If love was exchangable,
I would do so with your love
in a second without
h e s i t a t i o n .

Who would want such a
false sense of admiration,
with each
lying
word
you breathe into my ears.

But now I wonder,
can you love, do you have it
inside of you to do so?

Or maybe your heart
has shriveled and perished

into oblivion,
Never to be touched by
any soul again.

Perhaps it is isolation
you seek since you are
So high up
in your kingdom.

Then it shall be
s o l i t u d e
that befriends you
in this god forsaken world.

For I have given up
on this love
that perhaps never was
or ever happened.

Why...

Why is the world this way?
Why has this all been done?
Why are we all like this?
Why all the hate?

Why can't the gays and lesbians marry?
Why can't we learn from the past?
Why do racism and homophobia exist?
Why can't we give peace a chance?

Why do people take their own lives?
Why do people murder, steal and lie?
Why do we sit around and procrastinate?
Why are we all to blame?

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My sunshine

by =maskqueraide, Oct 10, 2011, 7:57:03 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease

Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by

So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine

♥