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Jumble ~ LiarBeak of Crane
And eye of Vole,
Platypus Tail
And Toad in the hole.

Why are these things in this rhyme?
There is no reason, there is no time,
Just flowing out like endless dribble
From my mind, so I must scribble.

I write these pieces just for me
And yet I am never truly free
From the turmoil of this endless babble
My brain forever playing Scrabble.

So here it is, though none may care,
Wondering why I might wish to share
A plethora of styles, a real mixed bunch;
But Reason you see; is Out To Lunch!

ScreamingI won't cry
No matter how many nights I lay here screaming
I will not let a tear fall
I'll seal this bottle shut
Then I'll drink this one down...
Just hazy
Tiny
Miscroscopic red marks until the aching goes away
Night after night
Smear away the gore
Shaking in relief
But whimpering in fear
Because slowly, they will become deeper
And his touch, it will grow colder
And you will find your self screaming
All alone in his house
Pounding on the bedroom door
While he's holding her and you keep screaming
But nobody can hear you
Because you are all alone

Because you cannot stop.

HelplessI think I am a cutter,
Not physically, I mean;
My self-destructive tendencies
Leave scars that can't be seen.

When everything is okay
And things are going well,
It's a sure fire bet I'll ruin it
And all will turn to hell.

I fear that I an losing it;
The Black Dog's grip is strong;
I really can't go on like this,
I know it won't be long.

The jaws of gloom grow tighter
And even though I try,
The only way out that I see
Is actually to die……

ENOUGHWith weary pace I labour the path
Each tortured step an aftermath;
Is it an aftermath when it just keeps going?
Life rushes on whilst I keep slowing.

Many rush on, as if on fire,
Thrusting me into life's bleak mire,
As if hurting me will bring some gain,
Winning out over trampled pain.

I feel a fraud as I wear my face,
An automaton in the human race;
Showing little, day to day
As more and more I slip away.

All around me seems unreal;
How do I act? How do I feel?
There is nowhere here I truly belong
And death calls to me; a Siren's Song.

WonderlandWhat of pain?
And what of love?
What of push?
And what of shove?
Check that watch you're running late!
The Queen of hearts will not wait!
A fairy tale is but grim
It's life that's really dark and dim.
Life's a hole that leads nowhere
A Cheshire Cat that's full of air!
Escapism needs mind-bending,
A feast of mushrooms that's unending.
Your head of voices starts to natter
Your secret soul a dark Mad Hatter.
But what of Love?
Is it just all malice?
Yeah; Stuff the Rabbit!
And Screw you, Alice!!!

If Only an ApologyAs I pick up my dry pen,
Drained of its ink by endless pages written,
I can only have faith that my words will flow free as they did once upon a time,
That sentiments will be properly conveyed.
If ever I longed to finish a poem -
Perfect and without flaw -
Have it read; heard word for word; and understood entirely,
Let this scribe be that immaculate creation,
For every thought; feeling; expression;
For every idiom transcribed before this piece, as well as after -
Will never hold as much meaning,
As they fight their way free from the darkest , truest depths of the recesses of my
psyche -
There i

My RoomMy room
My space
Where I can be whoever I want
I can say what I want
Think what I want
A little part of the world that's mine
No one can touch it
These four walls that never betray me
That shield me when someone would seek to hurt me
That hide me when I don't want to be found
That house all the entertainment I could ever want
Why would I ever need any where else
This is my room
This is my space
This is where my life is
My room is me

AddictAddict
Addict Addict Addict
A few more cuts
One more slice
A few more drops, a little bit deeper
Crazy
Crazy Crazy Crazy
To get off on your own pain
Messed up
I'm insane
Addict
You can call it poetic
Brave
Sympathetic
But at the end of the day
I'm nothing but an addict

Un Dulce Amor"Un Dulce Amor"

¿Por qué no puedes ver que yo veo?
Sobre ti misma, te equivocas.
Tu alma canta a mí, un ritmo hermoso,
Una canción sin palabras.

Un mensaje de felicidad, pero siempre dolor;
Tienes un dolorido para algo raro
Y para algo mayor: un dulce amor,
Una balada pensativa pero muy clara.

Tu búsqueda, yo lo entiendo, pero
Será un camino largo y serpenteando.
Pero puedes hacerlo; por lo tanto quiero
Desearte toda la suerte en el mundo.

Your LoveYour love is whiskey
Burning sweet
Sultry tangy bitter drops piercing my tongue
Gulps in my throat
The more I take, the more regrets I'll have
Were falling and tangling up
Further and further
At our breaking point
Shattering on the bathroom floor
Into pieces, broken bottles and hoarse screams
Mixing with pouring water and empty promises
Digging nails into skin
Whiskey spilling over onto the bed
Table tops and soaking clothes
Bitter
Addicting
Your love is like whiskey

Welcome to the DumpsWelcome to the Dumps

Here where baggage grows heavy
And depression festers
But come now it's not all bad
They all leave you alone
Just like you want

Welcome to the Dumps

The only way out
A friend's hand
Should you choose to accept
To be pulled out and face yourself
A knife
To leave a bloody trail
From a slit wrist

Welcome to the Dumps

Angry At the Wallstell me i am beautiful
i will slay you
don't you dare
tell me lies

i hide behind my eyes

i barely speak,
don't want to
breathe

just leave me alone
i want my own home

tell me i am special
i will paint your
coffin
red

do not coerce me to sing
i do not want to hear
anything

just let me scream!
do not make me smile
i am damaged and vile

i promise not to bleed
yet i know you will not
believe in me

just let me scream!
just leave me alone!
i want my own home

A StrangerIts strange to see you
After all these months
This past year
The hell fires I fought through
Isn't it unfair?
How this little exchange works?
That you breaking me made me who I am
But who I am
Is someone who could have loved you
Wholly, fully.
Without limits.
The little quirks that this battle installed in me
Are things that could have saved me
Am I really?
Thinking about you?
Again?
About the way its been planned
That no matter how desprete I am,
For anyone, not just you
That I'm never going back
To anyone, not just you
This smarter, stronger girl
Is never being held again
Not with scencerity
Or co

Suicide is Pretty Interesting, I GuessThe flesh on the sole of her naked foot tore when she stepped over the plastic part of some human necessity left as a fatal present for an unlucky bird's digestive track. However, her moon eyes did not blink and she didn't pause to inspect the injury. It was if that moment had never happened.

And had it? She didn't seem to notice, and on the roof of a long abandoned building, neither did anyone else. The coroner might—and that, perhaps, is evidence that such an event transpired—but even he, when he went to the bar that night, would replace the thought of that insignificant mark with thoughts of those pretty naked girls on the pole.

Morphine EyesYour hands are so much bigger than my own
And I find it enchanting-the display of your fingers touching mine
Like a mirror, I can see myself in you
In the sea blue of those morphine eyes
Surely beauty does not exist elsewhere
Maybe God has created you from the clay of the earth himself
And captured the glow of the moon in your iris
And your laugh has been woven from the bells of heaven
I wish you could see how I look at you, my love
That just for a moment you could see just how beautiful you are
Even if you don't like it, I can see it
Your gentle hands
And the curve of your mouth
You are a wonder to me
Both you, and

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Hole again

by *SpectreOfShades, Sep 16, 2012, 10:48:24 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

I am blue; I am down; I am depressed;
I am beaten; I am pummeled and suppressed!

Walked on like a doormat,
My soul, it bleeds blood-red.
I move outside the flow of life
I am the living dead.

My empty heart is aching
Yet longing to be killed,
So the vacuous pain within me
Stops waiting to be filled.

Hole againby *SpectreOfShades

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

I wrote this about a week before Posting it here.
I felt there was more to come, but nothing has. That pretty much sums it up really & my life too. So perhaps this is meant to be Posted as is........................