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Paradise
I walked lonely and lonely on a silent street
Saw empty benches where dear ones meet
Underneath were impressions of invisible feet

Tenderly touched by the cool breeze
Heartily greeted by nodding trees
Oh! I was like a guest to a land of love and peace

The daffodils in yellow
Looked up and said hello!
I was standing in a meadow
Basking in The heavenly glow
Eternal bliss as far as the mind could go
Like an enchanted audience in a cardist's show.

The leaves so mesmerizing like the spades of cards
My joy now equivalent to the thirteen hearts
Clear water falling like diamonds
I felt like the queen of my club ready to co

I Met MeToday I met a girl,
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."

Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.

"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.

Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."

Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.

"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."

What?
How in

Drawings"Drawings"

I drew on the walls

when life wasn’t enough

the drawings were scribbles

that made no simple sense

yet when I drew they came alive

my heart and soul expressed

pretty ponies and dinosaurs

all simple scribbles of mine

when the parent returned

and saw my mess

the blood that stained

drew a prettier picture than

my simple scribbles

40810If only you were soulless.
If you were mindless, blind,
you and I could make a beautiful disaster.
The press would write of our brief affair;
they'd paint me (the woman in red) as pathetic.
They will not consider how I need your love
or how it pains me so deeply to throw myself at you.
I will not be remembered as a poet warrior.
I'll be the eternal survivor no more.
All who think of me will shake their bowed heads
and tearfully remark;
If only you were soulless.
If you were mindless, blind,
You wouldn't have been such a bloody disaster.

RainwaterHer hand pulled from mine –
slipped, like rainwater,
drifting through night;
her voice, confessed soft
sorrows as I dreamt.

"I no longer
believe
in storms like you."

The BestsellerYou are a poetry book reclining on my couch
and I want to turn your legs like pages
fold myself into you
the way I dog-ear favourite passages
to re-read and re-visit in the morning.
You could be a sexy bestseller curled up
in my bed.
But I want to guard you from review
and keep you obscure
from publishers and popular culture -
check you out as unavailable in libraries
to keep you as my
literary secret
and lie with you myself.
We'll clothe each other in dust covers
only to undress
over lazy cups of coffee in Sunday hours
our own personal bookclub
of bibliophilic eroticism.
(We'll slide our bookmarks in each other
and collaborate on the shel

Pearl MoonRain gently blowing
white rose petals sweeping face
Serenely glowing

IgniteLight a match
and then
throw it down your throat.

Loud.I'm sorry that I'm so
hard to handle -
a tempestuous thing,
all crazed emotions and
wild words.

I can offer you nothing more
than heated caresses
and spontaneous smiles -
but maybe
once in a while
I could
quiet
myself down enough
for you.

MetaphoricallyMetaphorically
You are a girl,
who sees the earth
through vibrant, high definition lenses.
Your glasses, thick framed
And crystal clear,
Sit upon the freckled bridge of your nose,
And they never fall.
I am an explorer,
Making my way through the back of your mind,
And to the battlefront of your thoughts,
Sprinting past your inner demons,
Wondering about the secrets
hiding in spider webbed corners,
Never asking.
You are a beautiful story,
Intricately woven, and
Flawlessly paced,
And rich with a tainted back story
Only the elite get to know.
I am the reader,
And you are the story, but we've already established that,
so forgive me for saying it twice,
But you often forget things, doll,
Like my birthday,
Or your parent's anniversary,
I am the skeptic, and when I ask,
You whisper, "I don't remember mistakes."
And darling, because you forget my birthday, each year,
This hurts like an arrow in the heart,
And sweetheart, I hope for both of our sakes,
Cupid is at the other

PocketsA hiding place for secret text messages,
Underneath the dining-room table.

A haven to take refuge in,
When an awkward moment arises.

A source of happiness,
When a forgotten ten-dollar bill is found.

A place to store junky things,
Empty packets of sugar and old mints.

A place to store precious things,
Scribbled down phone numbers and loose-leaf keys.

A collectors chest,
Full of grains of sand from every summer night.

A home for frozen hands,
desperate for warmth.

Selfmade Prison.I made one mistake.
I was twelve years old.
My sentence?
Seven years.

I managed to get trough the first years,
dreaming for that day to come.
The day that should've been the end,
but was just the beginning of the next path.

I thought things would get better,
I wouldn't be on the bottom anymore right?
But all of that was bullshit.
Give it a different name,
give it other people,
make it sounds like something so big.

It just all the same.

Sitting there,
waiting 'till it ends.
Getting crazy,
getting sick.

My body is responding to my brain.
My brain is screaming this is no life.
My body answers, oh that's fine.
Sick everyday

A Milisecond of MiseryMy tears have stained the surface of the smoothly polished desk.
Mother will be mad.

Joke? Huh?Am I a joke to you?
Am I that hilarious?
Do I amuse you?

Good.
Sorry though, that's going to have to stop. Now.
I'm done.
I'm done with this stupid attitude you put against me, I'm done with your fist hitting my body, your rude and selfless comments.
I'm done.
No longer am I your personal clown, no longer will I care.
I've had enough.
You're pathetic. Bullying me, for what? No reason. I didn't do this to you when your were weak... Nor have I ever hurt you, in anyway.
Who needs someone who hurts others for the fun of it?
Who would want a pathetic loser who always thinks there on top? Who threatens and hurts others? Who t

Enoughyou used me, you know
took me by the heart and swung me around as if I were a rag doll
as if I couldn't feel anything
as if it didn't even matter if I did

but it hurt, my god did it hurt
it ripped at my chest and pulled at my skin
and I hurt, I hurt so bad
but at least I knew that I loved.

I knew that I loved you enough
because it broke open my insides until they were a bleeding, broken mess
and my cheeks were stained with tears and makeup
my eyes were puffy and so, so dull
and you called me beautiful
you said I looked so beautiful like this
empty and vacant and battered
so I let you do it again and again and
again

you calle

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We Are Teenagers

by *Angel-Tsuki, Jan 10, 2013, 9:03:26 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

We are Teenagers

Hands in the pocket, with the headphones on
Chilling out, playing pranks
"Kid! Are your senses gone?!
-Ah, Troublesome teens!"

T roublesome
   E nergetic
      E ducated?
Gen - N ext
               A ll the
                   G uys and girls,
                       E verything we
                           'R'
                              is S exy!
Fast food all the way,
bu' 26 waist-size that must stay
eight pack, biceps and the rest
"Epic", "Awesome" kicks out "the best"

Haircuts, highlights-Red, blue, gold
Tattoos and piercings-"Oh! So bold!"
And Spikes and Faux-hawks the gel must hold.

Painted nails, boring emails
Online we go- TTYL, ROFL, LMFAO
Virtual reality? –"True Story bro!" #trollface

Geeks studying, chics partyin'
B-boys, playboys, roses and guns
We ain't spoilt teens,
just wanna be Everything at Once!

Engines rev after six
Bikes, cars and cool tricks
Adrenaline rush-Here we go!
Our Attitude-Awesome without 'me' is just Aweso'
They say "Why me?"
We say "Try Me!"
for We act , we protest
We take Life to be an adventurous test.
We raise voices, we make our own choices!

We are honest, we are cool
Heck yeah! Teenagers rule!

We Are Teenagersby *Angel-Tsuki

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

I thought a long time for this.....I'm a teenager too, and i've not experienced half of what i wrote. It's just my idea of a perfect teen and an idea to the adults that teens wanna be everything at once and that they are the future. I hope everyone enjoys this!

P.S Oh yeah, I'm thinking of coming up with a tune to this one. I don't know if it can make a good song

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~Ari-Heart-Matsuri Apr 14, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

awesome! Really nice to hear something realistic about teens

~BigTuna723 Apr 24, 2013

Realistic? not in this reality.

~Ari-Heart-Matsuri Apr 26, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

What cha tryna say?

~BigTuna723 Apr 26, 2013

Drugs, violence, and hate sounds a lot more real to me

~Ari-Heart-Matsuri Apr 30, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Have you ever even met a human being? Teens like us do do stupid things, but only because we're young + Hardly any do do that kind of stuff for more than a year or two, unless they have actual health/mental health problems.

*Angel-Tsuki Apr 14, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

thank you so much for appreciating my poem. I really means a lot to me!! Yes, my intention was to throw light on the good qualities of today's teens!

~Ari-Heart-Matsuri Apr 15, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Goood.

*Angel-Tsuki Apr 15, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

hehe ^_^

~Ari-Heart-Matsuri Apr 18, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I'm weird.

~KyceSilverFalcon Mar 12, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I'm with you. This is the typical teenager, but I couldn't relate to more than half of this. I've never really been typical, but I do really love your style of writing, regardless.

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