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torsosmy symbiote vents
invective shapes that
don't count
implant that silver
spoon of yours of
shining stars these
impressions not indelible
though damn near

I'll control the flow
in and out and
into you, screwy
doctor flurry
of inactivity
a talisman
against sight I could
press this button and
reactivate it I
could yell
so loud
it smashes us to pieces

and round and round
and round I'd go,
going
and glowing

Advice from the sun not forthcomingGo out, child,
and let them in your hair.

Now I'm not quite -
godlike,
wanted as badly as a child
who should have burnt
their fingers in pastured sin -
homesick,
bred in the curve of flesh
for a place that's never been
a certain disappearing word
but now -

Don't deny acts to
the day, unmare,
walked along a run,
beached like an yolk,
on an iron cast spoon,

thrown up in salt air.

MotherLook to your children
See the job you've done
One of them is trembling
The other one has gone

oh spaceoh space I spot in you
suns
slow explosions

build bomb-shelter
underground where it's at

I had coin
that was mine
I had plants
they withered

my mother skull
I look
inside

I wipe my tears
there's no such thing

it sounds it is
as if
the gods were
mad at us
it's set
it's

small animals
in laboratories

it's spelled wrong

I could not find
where else
or the spine

Pool Of WonderWhy is it that I still come to her aid?
Why is it that I still do things for her and she doesn't recognize it?
Why do I still try to show her things that I know but she sees it as nonsense?
Why do I put up with her?

I lend her something of mine and she insults it by calling it "Ugly". Something that is artistic.
She thinks that what she says is true but she can't prove it just by what she sees.
I tell her my side of the story, yet it is like talking to a wall.

She doesn't listen to me nor understand me. I speak clearly and explain, but she still glares at me.
I don't know what else to do but to keep trying to make her understand. There is

Kidnap Your HandI see you, my prey, long before you see me

You are oblivious, happy in your solitude

Thinking that nothing could ever happen to you, no

Things like this only happen to other people

You hear about it on the news, hear people whisper

Talking, crying, judging, lamenting

So many mixed emotions, mixed opinions

When you see what happens to people

When they fall victim to predation

It constantly surrounds us, perpetual, undefeated

No matter how many times someone tries to stop it

It just keeps happening, to so many unsuspecting innocents

You will never know quite why it happened

You may not even believe it

But it's very,

Dear motherI will leave you now.
Don't cry, cause the sun will be clouded if it finds out.

I will find my way so,
Don't guide me cause the ravens won't let you do that.

I will be safe
So don't worry about me, cause you and sis will inspire me to continue
But..

If you cry

If you guide me

If this is still worrying you.

I will be there so you can cry on my shoulder
I will let you guide me
I will call you every time I cry

Because I love you.

Melt Me DownA quiet sigh echos
because I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
I am not what you expected,
and you do not like surprises.
So you heave a sigh and
you pretend you aren't impatient,
resentful,
that you do not wish
that I had been someone else.
That you had been able to chose who I would be
before I could ruin myself
the way that I have.
You pretend that you do not wish
that you could reshape me,
melt me down and reforge me,
tear me down and rebuild me
in your own design
regardless of how I would feel about it.
You do not understand,
you do not want to.
You try,
you try and try and try,
but I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
You pretend that it is not true
that I no longer make you proud.
And it isn't-
I never did,
so i cannot stop.
And you wish it wasn't so,
you wish you could change me,
but you can't,
and even as you try,
disregarding all possibility,
I am fighting you every step of the way.
You are trying to melt me down and reforge me,
trying to tear me down and rebuild me,
and

On the ContraryShould I be sorry for hurting you?
I knew it was the wrong thing to do
I'm the one you fall onto
Not the one who pushes you to the edge
After all
I'm your perfect one
I didn't lie on the floor
Of the apartment hall
Taking the seed of an illegitimate child
I didn't swallow the cancer at age fourteen
I didn't crush up the fine white crystals
And send myself into oblivion
I wasn't the one who
Took a hand to your throat
Fists to your ribs
Knife to your heart
I just lived a thousand miles away
Under the roof of the scum that dared
To look down upon you
To see you for who you really were all along
With all the vile rottenness
You desperately tried

LearningMy son troubles his teachers
Because he thinks too quickly
In lightning strokes of understanding
Leaping ahead
Impatient
Ideas are symbols, ever changing
Concepts dance, recombine
Body and mind
Moving, moving
No time to write
Catching words
Pinning them painfully to the page
In cursive strokes?
No.
He would rather run
Fight
Laugh
Leap
Thoughts move too fast to capture
On a static page

My daughter troubles her teachers
Because she leaves the classroom
Her body stays quietly
But she has gone to the moon
Or across the street
Or into the body of a bird in flight
Words trouble her
They shift and tumble
Senseless, disorderly
Pictures, movies, soun

things on fireblurred out who
saw smashing
blonde of
irritation melding
with the space surrounding
I
deserve it

if I could I would
stop
stop
stopping
to see something
happen
a voyeur a luminant
tangle of wires
computations
that come through so garbled
as to be unintelligible still

it'll do / I'll do
/ things on fire
I'll try to spell my name
and figure out
my age

I'm unsure

how much I've held
or hold
or how to loosen
my grip

DemonsDemons
Daimons - er, vampires
Zombies
Gods and goddesses
This is how me and my aunt connect
The Malachai destined to destroy the world
Or save it
This is what me and my Aunt Emily talk about
Apollo unleashed the Daimons
And Artemis released the Dark-Hunters to destroy them
Dark-Hunters
Were-Hunters
Dream-Hunters
These are the basis of our relationship
I'm not close to a lot of my family
Most of us don't get along
But me and my aunt can talk four hours
And I guess that counts, right?
Acheron and Kyrian
Thorn, Danger, Astrid
Zane, and Talon
These are our "friends"
Characters from our favorite books
We have this in common
Our love for words on

Relatives in the MirrorI see many people in my mirror
most of them I know
from days long past
they visit me
reminding me of time not so long ago
Hello dear cousin Terri
or, Great Aunt Mary.
So many different faces do I see
who will show up next?
Is that you Becky
or even dear Amy
Ellen or Lu Ann
So many faces do I see
reminding me of my past
each one has a sweet memory
I hope they never pass.
Each and everyday someone new
reminding me of my heritage
it is great to know that I belong
to such a wonderful past.
Each and every face a beautiful reminder
that someday even in old age I will be remembered too.

For AlexisI miss you dear friend,
I just hope my heart can send
My adoration that far away.
And I will always say
That I’ll be your friend
For many years to come.
As I sit here in the darkness waiting for you to come back,
The fears and the things that I lack
Come to me with forceful agony;
I’m not good enough
I’m not strong.
And I can’t hold back my tears for very long.
But I hope you’ll still love me
Even though I know you can see
Who I really am
Because all I want is for you to like me.

Kidnap A ThunderstormLike shrapnel of the midnight sky, the air is torn

With brilliant yellow lacerations of sound

It rumbles, the heartbeat of the storm

Crashing, screaming, electrifying

It sends a shiver down my spine

The wind and rain blow against the window screen

Speckling my face, prickling my lungs

I feel alive, the vigor of the night within me

The lightning is my lifeblood, the thunder is my core

The rain and wind, my voice, my anthem

I bear witness to the night's electrocution

The metallic taste on my tongue

It feels like freedom, an escape

Others hide, they fear the wrath of the storm

The raging wind and whipping trees

But

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by ~RaVeNuS9, Feb 9, 2009, 7:02:44 PM
Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

A knot deep in my stomach-
An unbearable growing pain
Containing breaths and scars,
Momentary intervals of our life's game.

A knot in my throat,
Choking me before the rise,
Depriving us of understanding,
Taking away left time.

A tidal wave devours my skin,
Casting me bare, without a kin-
Without the courage this blast to bare,
Stolen from time,
Convicted to just stare
At every day that passes by,
At my lack of bravery,
My egoistic past wounds drive
Safekeeping me against the ones
I should be the least afraid to love.

A knot is tied around my heart,
Bred inside it for years-
For too damn long for me to claim
Despite the drain I still have one.

Motherby ~RaVeNuS9

Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

©2009-2013 ~RaVeNuS9

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~Egir Feb 14, 2009

Pain and melancholy are always a great Muse...

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~RaVeNuS9 Feb 14, 2009

Ουδέν κακό..

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~Egir Feb 16, 2009

indeed...

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!CSnyder Feb 9, 2009

this is overwhelming, really great hun

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~RaVeNuS9 Feb 9, 2009

Thank you so much..

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!CSnyder Feb 9, 2009

youre very welcome

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