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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.

XXXXXEven now,
part of me
(my hands)
want to
pull out
that glass
she lodged
in her neck.

Pull it out
and drop it
into pieces,
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.

Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
(my chest)
is not afraid
of demons.

It is far less
dangerous
than girls with
haphazard knives
and other
monsters.

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

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming arms of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment I didn't hear 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 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

Chasing Butterflies

I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.

I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.

I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.

There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

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).

Evolution of life

child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape

we evolve to finish in the matrix

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."

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

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said,
shaking her head.

Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)

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.

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Love is pain, pain is artOnce bitten
Twice shy
Still i went back for more
You never stop hurting
So you take it out on me
With feeble excuses
But even you dont know what ive done wrong this time

Did you ever mean it
When you said i love you
Did you ever think
Before you said i hate you
You only made me hate me
It was all my fault
You were all i had and i didnt know any better

If i say sorry one more time
Will you stop hurting
Will you stop hurting me
Will you stop hurting yourself
And blaming
Thats the way its always been
When its gone what do we have left

As i stare at you from the floor
I know it was my fault somehow
You were right
You kille

She, part 2: ReleasePerhaps by chance if fate be told
She once escaped from pains dark hold
She stepped outside and burned her eyes
In light she left behind her sighs
The world she'd never seen before
So different from her cold stone floor
The sun it shone upon her face
Revealed to all her secret grace

In time she ventured further past
The world she left behind so fast
But always there it lay in wait
Death is such a patient fate
It lay and watched and even breathed
The world it knew once she was freed
It did not wish that she be this
In world where no scars took her wrists

And soon enough the pain it came
It all came rushing back again
Her voic

YouYou'll never know why I did it.
But neither will I.
That's life.
And death, given time.
Moral of the story?
Don't fall in love.
Unless you want to be hurt.
Maybe you do, pain and pain.
Burns and cuts? Its all the same.
That's life.
And mine, give or take a few metaphors.
Moral of the story?
Be yourself, or don't.
You cant escape it.
You will try, but you wont.
It's inside you now.
Moral of the story?
Make your own.

Do you see?Did you see me break as I watched the world end around me? The comforting apocalypse. I did not make a sound, simply let out a sigh. One deep, long breath. It was my release.

Did you see me fall as the world fell apart around me? The beginning of the end. I took the pain on as my own. I did so in silence. It was my punishment.

Did you see me as I bled for the first time as my world shook and foundations crumbled. It all leads me back to here, to you. I accepted it. It was my pain.

Did you see me as you broke my heart? Did you have to count the pieces? I would never trust again. Never again would I shed a tear for another persons pain. It

I didnt knowI tried to break but wouldn't bend
I tried to leave but couldn't end
I've seen the black but where's the white
Who decides what's wrong or right
Tried to cry but had no breath
Tried to live but there was Death
Need the peace but there's no fight
In the dark there's only light
What is real and who is fake
When to give and when to take
Should I run or maybe think
Tried to find but where's the link?

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'The One'

by ~ChaosRoulette, Oct 7, 2009, 11:30:53 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Dear ‘The One,’
I wish to end our correspondence,
I’ve grown dreadfully despondent,
And simply ceased to need you in my life.

I will assume, by first incision,
This is a mutual decision,
How silly of me to think you would ever be my wife.

Though my soul was once unsinkable,
And sins were once unthinkable,
Now I fear to think my soul is rotten.

My will was once unshakeable,
My heart was once unbreakable,
But easily I break, my will forgotten.

Since you value virtue priceless,
And my past is less than viceless,
It is a virtue that my past cannot be saved.

The beast was once untameable,
The whore was once unshameable,
But you went and tamed the whore to be your slave.

If my early indiscretions,
Were believed not in cessation,
Then the issue of your trust has left me shy.

We have come from first impressions,
All the way to last confessions,
I love you, but wish otherwise, so this is my goodbye.

Yours faithfully, as always,
‘No One’

'The One'by ~ChaosRoulette

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

©2009-2013 ~ChaosRoulette

I wrote this this morning.

And to...you...it isnt what you think, so dont. just dont...

~GypsyBlaze Oct 17, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

it seems almost cruel to say that this is painfully beautiful but that's all i can think of...i love this piece.

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~black-shiizzat Oct 9, 2009

I love the rhythmn you've utilized

It flows to nicely <333 I think this is one of the best you've written.

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~ChaosRoulette Oct 9, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

thank you very much ^.^,

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