lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming warmth of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment before I heard you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
Just barely
I was loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the first second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along

Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude

False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.
Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!
Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moon
then sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doom
would befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be
I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,
trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.
Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!
They all represen

ArrheniusThe birds are
keeping to themselves
this evening
as the earth shifts
slightly-
ever so calmly
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have
to move).

Here and there, I
witness these
beautiful strangers
with perfect bodies
and long hair
walking down the road
in tightly knitted packs.
They are animals
like we are animals-
like we are
animals without
claws and fur,
with scratches on our
skin that yields to
fragile and
familiar hands.

The winds respond
as quiet birds rush
from telephone wires
in panic and
in beauty; she
tries to brush the hair
dancing circles in her eyes
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have to move).

False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.

Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!

Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for

Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,
Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,
Insane, deranged and psychotic,
There are people who even call me sick.

Isn't it joyful and greedy to demand
A sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?
Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.

Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.
Is this the final, one and only conclusion?
Better think again, there will be no retribution.

Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.
Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.
Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.

WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mind
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.

Redeeming Light
Read bottom to top:
.
there
journey
e
h
t
and the stem is
than the flower must be redemption
n
i
s
are
If the roots

a true writer's souli write to release
i write to breathe
i write to feel
i write to bleed

i don't care
if you don't understand
i don't care
if you can't relate
i don't care
for your opinion
i don't care
about you at all

my words are thoughts
my words are emotions
my words are curses
my words are memories
my words are everything
i want them to be
and fuck if you can comprehend

i could write in measure
i could bother with rhythm
but i'm better than your rules
i'm beyond the margin

i'm a fucking psychotic mess
of ambiguous lunacy
that only the ones that think
can understand
the ones that
are just like me

fuck your critiques

fuck your citicism

fuck your opin

Watercolor PainWhen you smile,
I turn colorblind.

It turns into a somersault
whenever I gain contact
with your skin,
bare back touching
bare back.

But I'm not hungry
for bedposts.

I just want to
savor each moment your arms
lock into mine,
the romanticism of
the moons in my eyes
and the skies in your words.

There's smoke
behind all those hues
of hazel and your fingers
are porcelain,
but I still love you.

Shared HappinessI like it better when you're happy.
The world feels like a safe place -
A good place to be.

Stay happy, even in the face
of great adversity
I know these last few years have been...

Well, difficult, to say the least.
But as long as your heart shines
I can hear it...

That devilish smile on your lips
the one no amount of miles
or hardships can erase

Remember, I'm always watching
With the eyes of my heart
I see you clearly

And, as long as you are happy
No matter where this life leads me
Then I am happy too.

HumanDear Hypocrite,

What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.

Dear Coward,

Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.

Dear Liar,

What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.

Dear Human,

What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.

bad nightmy mistakes are on my head,
and the cigarettes taste like metal;
on the street curb of a suburban block,
the lights jaundiced and flickering
like drunken fireflies, your reflection
that emanates from me covers every face.

ConstructDelving into the origins
Of what makes an individual
Who are you? Who am I?
There’s a lack of understanding,
Yet we jump to judge
And claim to know
That which we could never understand

Attempts are seldom made
To investigate the unknown
To strive to discover
Those we claim to know
From the inside out
Extract the innermost thoughts

In place there is an idealist mirage
To which our beliefs shall cling to
In desperation, or disbelief

It’s the construct of our mindset
That leads us all astray

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For the magic
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Like a song
Those who can see all delight
In the whispered lighting fancies they behold.

It's the elves
Who control
The light that's in the dark
And their magic
That we see
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So look up
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And loose your conscience in the magic of the elves

GhostsThe ghosts were out last night
As I walked back roads alone
Flitting at the edge of sight
Normally would chill me to the bone
To see the black horse toss his head
Rider less he is, and free
No reigns adorn him, it's said
But his saddle waits empty for me.

Others also haunted my lonely path
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The black haired twin wraith
Whose eyes are cold as stone
Took the shape of young women
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Sharpening their knives of human bone.

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by ~Panther-Nora, Jul 19, 2006, 7:28:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Feast your eyes on this.
Can you see my hips swing
When I'm walking?
Cant you see my lips smile
when you're talking
to me?
Don't you know what it means?

My hand's sitting right there.
Want to hold it?
You can.
My shirt's falling off my shoulder
you could run your fingers up it.
My lips are good at kissing
if you want to.

And while we're kissing
would it be a terrible thing
if my shirt came off,
and yours too?
Our hands and mouths could explore
what our eyes have hinted at.
I could find your pleasures,
and you mine.

Remember my hips?
They do more than swing.
My legs do more than walk,
they could wrap around
your tanned gymnast's body.
Are you man enough
to plunder my treasures?
We'll both be richer than before.

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Boys are clueless, and it dosnt get any better when you (and they) get older.

This poem came about because I was thinking I would pretty much have to say this poem to a certain guy if I wanted him to notice that I was more than just a cook.

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*Melanophrionsa Sep 29, 2006

(chuckles) I must say, definately well done...

It feels good to be back on DA. I must say I've missed your poems.

As for clueless guys I probably wouldn't know considering my decisively inhuman nature, but I certainly know how to read people when they're thinking that way (smiles weakly)

~5tick Aug 19, 2006

How provocative. Nice imagery, and its not in a smutty way either.

Well done

I enjoyed reading it

!Shinoki87 Jul 25, 2006 Writer

Quite good. As a guy, I will try to keep my head up for when a girl is "marking the spot with an X".

Yeah it is true, alot of us guys are dense, but that's because women are nebulous, and we are not. You can hint at it a hundred times, but if you don't hit the right spot, it will totally miss. Then again, alot of the time when we flirt, girl's miss the point also. Happens to me waaaaay too often. Everyone should have a best friend of the opposite sex so that they can understand everyone's signals.

~Panther-Nora Jul 27, 2006

Every girl is different. Some are much more shy than others, and the fear of rejection makes it easy to be very vague (nebulous, I like that word), make one or two cautious hints, and when they are ignored (or not understood as such) give it up as a bad job.

~tiger-queen Jul 20, 2006

I like that very muchly and I sooooo know the feeling!

funnily enough it was last with my boyfriend, took long enough though

~Panther-Nora Jul 21, 2006

I'm glad you like... there's probably not a girl over 14 who dosnt know the feeling. (and the 14 is being generous)

~tiger-queen Jul 22, 2006

haha yea, but when you get older you can tell the differnece between 14yrold feelings, and other, more dangerous ones

~Panther-Nora Jul 22, 2006

Yeah,

~MezraStorm Jul 19, 2006

I'm guessing you met someone at camp? I really really like this.. I've wanted to say this to some of the guys I've liked in the past. It's like they can't get the freaking hint. X_X

~Panther-Nora Jul 20, 2006

Yeah. He's not the first I've wanted to yell it at.

The situation is kind of interesting with him, because kind-of I want to do stuf with him, and kind-of I already have a boyfriend I just dont get to see him very often.

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