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[01 Dec 2009|01:17pm] ghost_writer77 day swallows night night erodes the day hours pass much the same just numbers counting themselves life counts forward until at some point the odometer goes back to nil and even though you've traveled all that distance you've no way to prove it i used to care what it was that makes me move now it's just one foot in front of the other only shadows seems to hold more life lately at least they know what they are just images back-lit by light just ghosts of the suns eternal march across the sky some silver lined prophecy hides in the clouds promising a cold rain to soak the weary earth this wind blows around the eaves the sound matching the whispers of my heart that chilling howl that sounds like a child crying hurts to even hear those wails like distant ships so far to sea they seem a dream sails drawn and stowed, just drifting with the current caring not where they may go just forward motion is enough or maybe that’s just an analogy about myself probably, I’m not sure if it matters now where the winds of chance take me for it just evolves from the core be it my soul, or my heart, or my mind just some endless fucking merry go round you feel the momentum of it everywhere but once it stops you're just dizzy reeling and wondering where it all went what lines do you have to cross to attain anything like an end just an end to these nights spent awake day breaks to find you wide eyed and not wanting to face anyone they look at you a certain way like the circles under your eyes are caused by the drugs Pick a Petal

On this Crisp Fall's Night [29 Nov 2009|06:39pm] kirstai [ mood | artistic ] [ music | Fukai Mori by Do as Infinity ] You pass me in the hall as I resist the urge turn and speak to you. It grows great, the feeling to drop just one, a simple clue. Seeing you everyday, no matter what I try I always find a reason to stop; a ridiculous why. The day is over, as I bid my pathetic farewell. I wish to give more, but too afraid of rejection, do I hide in my shell. This shell is annoying, obnoxious and loud. Oh how I wish I could rid myself of this absurd cloud! I worry you think of me as rude, aggravating and uninformed. It’s just when I’m with you do I transform. I become this immature girl of the highest stupidity. I fear I’m losing you, wait just yet and hear my plea. I have a bright personality, integrity, love of life and smarts. It’s just when you’re around do I have a problem getting that last part to start. If only you could figure out this mystery. Then I could long forget about this abashed history. Just ask me out. There’s no need to doubt. I would enjoy our time. Who’s to say we couldn’t be sublime? Dear crush, the time is just right. Let’s allow our hearts to take flight on this crisp fall’s night. Pick a Petal

Not Me [29 Nov 2009|03:05pm] eddue Look for me somewhere I have not been Listen to what I didn't say Follow me to a place I would never go Read what I didn't write Give me answers to questions I won't ask Take what I don't have to give Hear what I didn't say Buy what I am not selling Find something I didn't lose Wake me up when I am not asleep Finish what I haven't started Destroy what I haven't built Catch what I didn't throw Return what I didn't give Deny me what I don't ask Find what I didn't hide Accept what I didn't offer Pick me up when I am not down Return what I haven't sent Finish what I didn't start Only then will you get to know who I really am... Or maybe someone else you'd like even more! Pick a Petal

Kevlared [28 Nov 2009|12:12am] yourbore_x I can’t begin to sleep with the thoughts of you swirling around my head, soaring through ventricles like helium balloons with no outlet I try to drown them out with the sweet lulls of my latest playlist but it all reminds me of you. Sometimes it’s bad Sometimes it arouses so much ecstasy I can’t wait to see you again Your perfect lips I want to learn every song just so I can sing them to you. My voice will crack, From nerves From sheer lack of talent. But I would sing them for you and I would play my guitar and I would look at you the way you deserve to be viewed. The way I know you want to be gazed upon, but fear. Or maybe it is that you don’t want to be seen that way by me. Maybe you’re holding out for a prince, rather than a princess. Someone with silver shining armor, rather than the camouflaged Kevlar that hides nothing but my heart. I don’t know why I write I’ve never been great with words. Perhaps it’s pent up frustration at the fact I know we will never create an us. Frustration in knowing no matter how hard I try or how patient or how careful I am a real romance will never spawn. That word both of us test our agility by dodging will never be exchanged and you will be just another page in my diary; pages that spit words of unrequited-lust and hopes of “something more.” Elementary tween nonsense no adult should ever admit to feeling. But I’m still a kid. I am a scared little girl with a crush and propensity to crush and turn things to shit with a stare rather than gold with a touch. No Midas am I, but a distorted twenty-first century Lancelot. Sans armor and other equipment, simply a soul devout to your happiness that covets nothing in return. 1 Petal|Pick a Petal

[27 Nov 2009|04:39pm] captain_melted My novel, Stealing Heaven From The Lips Of God" is now available for free download from Obooko.com at http://www.obooko.com/obooko_general_poetry/bookpages/general/gen0070_stealingheaven_sunshine.php My poetry book, "Visions Of The Drowning Man" can be downloaded for free at http://www.obooko.com/obooko_general_poetry/bookpages/poetry/poet0018_drowningman_sunshine.php And my collected poems, "Red Dreams And Razorblades: Collected Poems 1980-2005" can be downloaded for free at http://www.obooko.com/obooko_general_poetry/bookpages/poetry/poetry0019_reddreams_sunshine.php You need to register with Obooko, and you can download up to 4 books a day for free. And, if you want, you can also upload your books for free. Pick a Petal

[24 Nov 2009|10:55am] ghost_writer77 ( what dark mornings ) Pick a Petal

[24 Nov 2009|10:51am] ghost_writer77 ( suspended like spirits over my soul ) Pick a Petal

[24 Nov 2009|10:35am] ghost_writer77 ( shuffling mad footsteps echo ) 1 Petal|Pick a Petal

[22 Nov 2009|11:55pm] captain_melted Dee Sunshine - writer, artist and musician, has set up a Facebook Page where you can stay posted about his various projects. Soon to be announced, the launch of the free e-book version of his novel, "Stealing Heaven From The Lips Of God" and his 3rd Poetry collection, "Visions Of The Drowning Man" which will also be available for free download. Port-folios of drawings and paintings will be posted up presently, as will links to sites where you can download his music for free. See http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dee-Sunshine-Writer-Artist-Musician/201729451659?v=wall# for more details. Pick a Petal

[22 Nov 2009|11:03pm] invigorating17 Want to teach you how to walk along the rainbow To feel the gentle touch of summer rain Give me some time to turn your sorrow Into the simple joy and captivating game Let’s observe the starfall when the night is young Let us meet the dawn and polar star together Life’s like a morning sun, it’s just begun And I can say the diamonds are forever Pick a Petal

[22 Nov 2009|12:15pm] ghost_writer77 ( as I walked those empty silent streets I knew ) Pick a Petal

Quiet Time [21 Nov 2009|10:17am] aaron_undead His tears Were just on the outside. Inside was hollow. There was a rush of cool air As he entered the house And the world closed behind him. * His thumb and fingers trembled With the photo between them, His face wet with regret. I am a monster, he said to the therapist. She looked down with him at the boy In the photo and then at the boy in the chair Across from her. She said: we all are. No, he said, I'm worse than anyone. I don't think that's true, she said to him, And he looked up with tears in his eyes. You weren't there, he said, his eyes far away. * He left the house With blood up to his elbows, His feet loud on the pavement All the way home. He prayed to god that someone Would stop him, But no one did. Pick a Petal

[20 Nov 2009|11:36pm] invigorating17 Your earrings were slowly bouncing up and down Your lips expressed the pleasant sighs I felt as if I were at marry-go-around Your gentle warmth just drove me to the skies I felt that I was loosing consciousness I totally surrendered to your passion And in the end I felt the happiness Enjoying your contented smile’s expression Pick a Petal

The Night Of The Murder [19 Nov 2009|09:37pm] aaron_undead I will kill you, She said to him Through the door. But he was already dead. His life spreading wet Across the wrinkles In the bed sheet. The knob began to turn. Her breathing entered the room. I know you're in here, she said. * Red light Flickering Under drawn shades Illuminate The shapes of knives Going into skin. * What was that? Said one bird. I'm not sure that I know, Said another. Pick a Petal

YouPushedMe [16 Nov 2009|01:40am] aaron_undead The stairs were littered with his dreams Like leaves Dancing and colliding To the body mess at the bottom Wearing his name tag. The door upstairs closes, and the air is full of his last moments. Pick a Petal

link to journal [14 Nov 2009|06:34pm] devienta I'll live a cynic with disillusioned eyes Pick a Petal

[12 Nov 2009|12:20am] ghost_writer77 ( in shifting movements ) Pick a Petal

Never Let Go [06 Nov 2009|03:30am] devienta She misses him more than she thought she would though she knows she’s only grieving for a morbid caricature of passion   ( For the way that sometimes, with her eyes shut, he felt like you ) Pick a Petal

Declaration [27 Oct 2009|12:11am] aaron_undead His blood pounds Behind his eyes and His hand is cold On the phone. His stomach is a knot. * Layers unfold and Fibers unwind To reveal The heart, Still beating On the inside. * Phone lines crackling across Fields and dust and trees, Brittle bird claws and leaves collecting On his words. I love you, he says. Pick a Petal

Not Sure Where To Start [25 Oct 2009|02:05am] mizuki_hana2 [ mood | crushed ] [ music | Jazz After Hours ] his isn't your normal community where you leave a typical intro about yourself so i am at a loss. I can tell you that I am tired of leaving my obsessions on my own LJ to be fought over and criticized by the people they are about. I need an outlet and this looks like it is it. I am not a true poet so forgive my rust. Also if someone could tell me what the rules are about colorful language, I would appreciate it. ( Honesty ) Pick a Petal

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