and oh how I feelHello, my beautiful,
your limbs speak to my lips
and long for their touch

Let the tickle-feeling
soothe your hips
and trickle up your spine

and oh am I going to kiss you

Let the shimmering warmth
consume your every breath

and oh am I going to feel you

Let the air sweep our arms
together, entwine us

and oh am I going
to write about this
till my hand is dead

Good NightGood Night

Cold, dark, night.
         The lightning flashes,
                  And the thunder roars,
Crash! What a fright.

Cold, dark, night.
         Lost and alone,
                 With no where to go,
Bang! Out like a light.

Cold, dark, night.
         It gleams and it drips,

I Fear HerI fear her
An empty shell of a being
In my dreams
Her eyes, no longer serene
I see her sitting
On the counter
Screaming at me
Under her nose
The white powder
It makes mine boil
Thinking of evil in her veins
I cannot stand to breath
When I think of her change
I have never known this feeling
Of rage before
Provoking comes
I do not speak
Of rape or murder
For to speak the idea
Is to make my brain run
Run to the left, to home and far away
Hoping that upon my heart
Will never come the day
When the fruits of my tears
Come to their fruition
I can only hope
That my fear will complete it's mission
I fear her
It pains me to

In A Broken NutshellWho do you think you are?
Who tells you that it's best
to voice your complete self
inside the breaks of partial breath?

And then consider yourself whole
where you're always on the go
because you can call it a day
in a broken nutshell.

I never did answer you that one day
you asked me what you call a day
when it goes through the stage
of wanting to be anyone else
and so changes its name accordingly.

You haven't lived until you've tiptoed
around a drunken reaper
like they were some wasted bum
on the sideburns of the Big City.

You won't die until he shaves
for his Big Interview at sunrise,
arrives late in a tie to be Pallbeare

The ForgottenYou left your mark as this burning fury,
As bitter as winter buried inside my chest,
Ice is the only thing left pumping through my veins,
In fame and glory, you've hidden all the rest.

A sharp pain in my stomach, you start to smile,
My heart races faster to consume its pain,
As I fall to the ground you walk away,
Hoping I'll leave nothing more than a stain.

There's a space in my heart where I welcomed you,
That still stings as I feel it beat,
Holding onto you, it aches for you,
Refusing to see its defeat.

You left your mark as this passionate flame,
Reduced to ashes and to scars,
As I feel the wound you embedded me,
Dull and fo

The Price that we all PayOnce upon a moonlit night,
I traced the silhouette of my ravenous heart,
The darkness embraced me as if i were a child to its love,
But the blight of my tragedy tears me apart,
Takes its vengeance on this world,
Soon they will see my hell.

Prisons of flames
The scriptures proclaimed
Such fantasies and lies we suppressed,
A moth to the flame, A bird in its cage
Obediently we dropped to our knees,
If but to beg for redemption, undeserved freedom.

Your souls but a price
A blood contract,
As the reaper visits the grave,
Shattering the mournings stave
To hail the song passed dead,
As the ignorant bow their heads.

The Ugly Duckling

There once was an ugly duckling,
A mote of dust, surface-tension caught
On a sheet of machined steel.
Burnished bulrushes nod,
Distending edges,
And duckling slides
Across metal water.

He wasn’t hideous, you see,
Just not that pretty (or so they said)
For a duck.
Speckled black, grey feathers extruding,
A beak too large for his downy head.
Ugly duckling swam alone
On the mirror’s edge.

One day ugly duckling made a friend.
He found her, bottom-up,
Sifting through alluvial silt.
When she surfaced,
He saw that she, too,
Was not that pretty,
And his feathers stood on end.

They swam together;
Two flies thumping lazi

PancakesThe pan reacts angrily
To the mixture,
Creamy milk caressing
Teflon sides;
Bubbles rupture
Through white skin.

I put my lips against
The base of your neck,
Slide them up into your hair
And I feel your
Heart beat
Through white skin.

You melt into me,
Butter in the pan.
Brown edges curl,
Like your toes,
And I feel like I’m falling
Through white skin.

Creator in Abandoned Streets-flickering street lights-
   captured with hate
lying 'side milk cartons
right along crates

-under these street lights-
where crimson blood flows
    where nobody stays
as in fly the crows

-in these streets of midnight-
   that are haunted by dark
so that none may leave later
      forever unmarked

-flickering street lights-
   under these stand
  a person's calm absolute
this strange strange man

-captured with hate-
  within his eyes
the street blaze red
but not quite sunrise

-lying beside milk

Gold-Plated WastelandThere's no better way to make it to the top;
The fastest and easiest way to succeed,
No matter what it takes for you to get ahead,
You'll do it all in the presence of greed.

You can barely remember their names anymore,
But whose honestly keeping track?
I mean, there's thousands of them you've thrown away,
But there's always someone who's got your back.

Just buy and use your way to the top;
It doesn't matter how many names you drop,
On your golden path down the middle of a wasteland,
Reaching out, they were always offering a hand.

There's no better feeling in the entire world,
Than looking out your office window at the sky,
Stor

The Show Must Go OnJust sit back and listen to my words,
Let me paint you a picture in your mind,
With splitting personalities and broken verses,
It's the difference between the cruel and kind.

The stars contrast the obscurity in the night sky,
Adding beauty and light to the dullness of the dark,
Creating a new beginning in the end,
Lighting but a single spark.

A million sparks light up an entire sky,
And no matter where we are, the stars are the same,
Shining just as brightly as they can,
With no lost dignity and no feelings of shame.

The sun comes up and the stars disappear,
For the single sun shines the brightest of them all,
Pushing the moon

Wake UpHer figure lingers in the doorway as she sees him sleep,
Within his heads her secrets he does keep,
Afraid and alone she approaches his bed,
As his mind creates a new world in his head.

She calls his name but once or twice,
Thinking of how she rolled her dice,
Trying to think of the right words to say,
To get through another day.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" She screams,
But he's too lost inside his dreams,
Finding a new world he seems to enjoy,
As she shakes him around like a toy.

Her broken picture hangs on the wall,
Symbolizing nothing but her fall,
As she twitches at the image that stares back,
With her mind, the mirror she

Before I Fall AsleepI've chosen my poison; I've chosen my crime.
I've chosen my sins: the place, the time.
I've accepted the consequences and my past,
All for something that could never last.

I've played by your rules; I've met your goal,
Only to be repressively pushed back in a hole,
To have my future complicated to unknowable reasons,
All for my complex love of treasons.

I've chosen my past; I'll choose my present.
I've chosen my sins, though seemingly pleasant.
I've dealt with my consequences and my life,
All for the love of agony and strife.

I've met your standards; I've played your game,
Only to hang my head in shame,
To have those I know rega

24 7I am 99 percent positive that this love
is like double-sided tape. That one percent
has me by the neck. Has me upside-down
by my ankles, lynched from a rotting oak tree.
Has my mentality bouncing through animated
alleys, getting mugged by second thoughts.

First LoveMy laundry is piling up like a tower
of stink bombs, my phone is cross-stitched
to my lungs and spine, my heart is bathing
in toxic band aids, my stomach resembles
bare feet, my feet have become ceiling fans
& boomerangs, my mind is dangling with the wind
chimes on your front porch, the clocks will no longer
juggle numbers, my conscience flows like a runny nose
of mathematics and physics of what ifs & has beens,
I’m addicted to industrious windows,
my bed can’t get a break from me,
my eyelids are like the fingers of a child
that’s been in the bubble bath too long,
my pupils are like a hollow wall of a haunted hous

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To ThereseIt hurts that you don't listen
that what I have to say
isn't worth the effort
to open up your ears and
spare a precious thought or time of day.
You've changed so much, the
person you used to be;
gone, poof no more, just like me.
You love me, you are proud
but as you sit here next to me
the silence brings me down.
Your intrests are your own of which
I am no part.
My heart aches with neglect
And then I just start to doubt.

Something With NothingThis Voice! This Voice!
It it blank and unappealing
droning on and on
numbing A.D.D. ears.

Falling down on the pavement
with the creak of dead years.
It is ugly and heavy
with the words not meant to say,

crashing out before I can
keep them at bay.

Are you still here?

Can it be? You are
reading the silent, feathered
words on this page?

Listening, still listening to
what I must say?

Oppertunities LostAnd all those lost

oppertunities gone-

in the form of expression

because I was

to afraid

and to shy

to let myself out

and

possibly die.

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by ~BrainlessLifeform, Jun 18, 2007, 11:26:42 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I’m supposed to know this
know that.
Be smart enough to figure it all out
on my own…
but I’m still struggling
falling behind
asking for help
from your ears that are blind
yes blind.
It hurts that I don’t know this
that you move ahead
when I should stay.
I know I’m not the only one
but you ignore it everyday
How?!
You’re angry when we fail.
I just don’t get it
I’m supposed to know this
Be smart enough on my own
But I’m just drowning in calculations
trying to catch upon my own.

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~chancedaman333 Jan 29, 2013

algebra,calculus,pre algebra algebra2? it's all alphabet soup to me

!Asherel-Lev Jul 29, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Dude, I happen to feel the exact same way about math.

~Warpedtourroadie365 May 10, 2009

Dude! That describes my algebra dilemma

~midnightgem Nov 21, 2008

~Zee63 May 28, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

I feel the same
besides they say we use math in every day life, but when are we going to need all of these dumb, complicated calculations and equations?! I think I can get through life just fine with simple multiplication and devision just fine

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MM i can relate

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