Waiting for a coach
and four
that never came,
she realized
a ball gown
won't bloom
out of sackloth;
glass slippers
are not dependable
and mice
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
man.

IcarusSun girl,

the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.

Do not let anyone
clip your wings;

you were made for the skies.

Definition of a Writerwrit•er

noun /rītər/

A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery

They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish

A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own

They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone

Red DressDon’t put on your red dress
for he doesn’t know the meaning
he doesn’t want the commitment
he doesn’t care for the color.

The red dress you love to wear
that’s stained from wine and beer
but still carries so much meaning
for who could find a second red dress

Don’t go out on your red dress
for the man who wants nothing more
to screw around and doesn’t understand
the meaning behind a simple red dress.

A red dress for when you dance.
A red dress for when you cry.
A red dress for when you need it.
A red dress for when you care too much.

Don’t put on your red dress for him darling
he doesn&rsqu

i got flowers oncei am lonely.
i received flowers once
and i placed them
in a vase til
the petals all browned
desiccated
and turned to dust
on the glass of my bureau.

i have never gotten flowers since.

i spend my days
with a boy
a man
whom i love far beyond reason
and he holds me in his arms
and holds me together.

i bite my nails
and pull my hair
over the moment when he
inevitably
feels the disenchantment
fall over his body,
all clean lines
and smooth shapes,
and realises that leaving
the worst thing
would be
the best thing.

i am lonely
and even with a hand to hold,
and even with a cloak of security
bunching around my shoulders
and hiding my thighs,
i feel

moonshines in georgiaman on the moon:

giddy with lumps of north georgia seas
greased on the crease of my lips
gravity drips from couch-cavities
when tides belch from below --

burst on the water's edge,
earth's bourbon sailors retch in moonshined ripples
trickled blue murder on their crinkled crimes;
raking water wrinkles like a wayward drunk
stuck on sunken bootleggin' dreams.

it's been a long, long time
since I've drowned your hemisphere
for fishing like a moonraker,
swishing my bait-lines like tobacco's
squished in your shallow gums
before you dare to down my air
breathing in this sincere georgia night.

L.E.S.B.I.A.N.Living on the
Edge of life
Saving myself
Being who
I truly am
As it is all i can be
Never forget that

Blame The ParentsI won't be able to keep a relationship in the future because I'm scared
I'm scared it'll turn out like theirs

I'm a pacifist because I hate watching it
I hate watching them fight

I have PTSD because of their fights
Their fights almost broke up this family

I self harm because they are pushing me over the edge
I was already close to jumping, but they gave me an extra push

I'm always in my room because that's how I run away
I guess that's called "Like father, like daughter"

I only eat one meal a day because he constantly puts me down
Even though he's joking, I can tell he means every bit of what he says

I can't trust anyone because they do

Missing piecesMissing pieces

There are wounds
that never heal; silences
so loud they thunder - I stopped
breathing years ago, that night
the ice took my chest. Since then
I walk in pieces, howling
around my heart.

-SophieCT, 2012, 2013

field notesi read some poetry
just for the sound--for the words lilting up and down
and the thick, honeysepia
polaroids unmisting in my head.
those are the poems i never understand
and the only conclusion i can draw is:
there is apparently
some supernova poetic awakening that comes
with the loss of virginity
and basically i need to get laid.

Broken Birds and Stark PhrasesWe slip and slide and fall
down curves and carrow places.
We cursive at the wall
in our undefinéd spaces.

Disjointed limbs extend
to strumpet our arrival,
to warn who are not friends
we will kill to survive all.

Hung upside-down haunters
hug branches in the Forrest.
Merry nightmare monsters,
Cheery snarling chorus,

Arachnic children know;
you can run but you can't hide
from this disparic truth,
darkness waits for you inside.

Although you seek the sun,
as all creaky spinsters might,
the night can't be out done
and it has you in its sight.

MorningA black cat sleeps in a ray of sun
My coffee is lousy
Another cardboard morning
The day isn't a blank canvas
Waiting to be painted
Its already scrawled with
Yesterday's mad crayon drawings

Smoke drifts up and out of the window
I drink the coffee

van houten must be godi. you know how in embroidered cloth,
from the bottom under the design,
all you see are knots? her honey-like,
crying
voice lulls me to sleep,
that's what we see of God's plan.
just the knots. when in reality,
it's the design on top;
beautiful and flawless that He
has in store for us.
bullshit.
i learnt that word
when i was three
but every time i said it,
my face hurt and mom's hand fell.
God will put you
in hell.
do you want that?
i knew better than to say it again.
ii. you're an estimated
fallacy, the perfect
misconception.
you don't need to exist
for people to believe.
they make you real with
dancing tongues behind
a crowd
of murmuring lips of
god's will.
iii. of the rain,
i sang songs, whispering
prayers only you
could hear.
if you truly are
what they say for you to be,
then there are no secrets
between you and me.
mother still sings
the same songs
in the rain, hoping
you'll hear her the way
i thought you would.
but she doesn't know you died long ago
with chiv

blood-red wine and skeleton jazz i.
the day you left,
your cobweb dress clung to you in ways
that i would dream about for years,
in hot, fevered nights
when the moon thought it might burst
in the sky,
and even the wind wailed your name.

ii.
i remember how you called make-up war paint,
and you drew it across your face like a message
i could never decipher;
i remember how i got goosebumps when i heard
your heels clicking across the floor at 3am
when you finally got home and slipped into bed;
i remember longing for you with every fiber of my being,
feeling separate from you even when our clothes lay on the floor
and your fingernails dug into my shoulders
and your toes curled

thieves of nocturne skiesPaper lanterns are midnight requiems
That tell me to look beyond the
light and have &

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One of those days

by ~jaggedice200, Oct 9, 2003, 2:10:49 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Another day has past that wasn't my pie
Another day has come that I feel I want to die
Things were going perfect yet turned to shit
If life was my full time job I would quit
Things have seem to carry to the wrong side
Now in a dark corner I sit and hide
Maybe if I stay numb I won't be affected
But seem like the more I do bad things get collected
into a pile that after while gets heavy
And my leg which I beg to stay steady
Drops from under me and the pile hits rough
And they tell me to stay strong but I'm not that tough
I try to stand with a huff and puff
But the pain wants me, and it can't get enough
so I fall
and after all
I try to stand
but the floor turns to sand
Have no where to land
Slowy loos perspective and
then boom....I break down
I feel like the king of shit with a crown
Its really funny, am I a clown
Who just wallts into town
with that funny ass frown
And with eyes like a hound
But whats the point
Nobody gets this joint
Maybe I should lay lifless
as I lay restless
I'm sorry your Higness (sp?)
Of pain I just can't take this.

But what is this?
As I lay in a pool of my own piss
Some people are there, waving at me
they have time to spare, for me?
How can this be, in my shit hole
They've come to help with a 50ft pole
I try to grab a hold
but grip is slipping
HOLD on is being told
Bandages of torture ripping
This is hard but I try
and they put with great strength
The fire in their eye
Their strenght, the pole's lenght
broke through my darkness,
And pulled me up
How can I be heartless
Its my friends, hey was up?
I must thank you a million
for helping me out
so I say words that mean a trillion
I got you back, yeah thats what I'm about
You got me through just one of my days
where I was stuck in hell, compacted into a cave
I know stand tall, and found new strenght
To all my friends out there, I give great thanks

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Read something recently get me thinking of a poem I once wrote. Unfortunately I don't feel like looking for it. So I will make one as I go.

One of those bad times, when ya can't think of nothing but the problem ahead. Want a helping hand, need a sign. Well we all must stay strong, because if we don't; You'll have a tough time geting through it.

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~lunareklipze Oct 11, 2003 Student Photographer

if it wasnt a guy i would probably be all tear-eyed right about now...lol
quite the poem man...and yes, i also do think that it is one of your best...damn good everything! i really liked the flow to it especially...some poems are hard to follow and understand...but this one just goes by really smooth...thats what i really like
very good poem man

^.^\\//

~jaggedice200 Oct 11, 2003

I keep it simple and proppa

^_^

~rage69 Oct 10, 2003

Of course i know that feeling, i´m with you man.

~jaggedice200 Oct 10, 2003

!yasashiiame Oct 9, 2003

Mmm, very nice. Again, I like the use of rhyme and vivid imagery as well.

~jaggedice200 Oct 9, 2003

thx ^_^

~sharyamato Oct 9, 2003 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Sounds like some days I've had.

~jaggedice200 Oct 9, 2003

yup
we all have to go through'em

~keithtellaron Oct 9, 2003

Hmhmhmhmhm.... Just like me,Many thanks dude.I feel a little better now.

~jaggedice200 Oct 9, 2003

Good ^_^
Hope things turn out good

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