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No longer will you be nothing No longer will you be nothing
Soap scum on society’s wall.

Your black dilated eyes
Are worthy to be appalled.

Mesmerized at nothing, and sucked straight beneath
the sordid depths of the Neatherworld
Where none may find relief

Alone in turbid water
On glistening stones impaled

The end will shock Heaven
And see the end of Hell

the only one to never turn awayyour fingertips graze so very lightly on my skin. i know you're too close, but i let you push my sleeves up gently, a breath of regret in the air. you touch the gashes like a whisper, staring at the ragged red lines etched in my pale fragile forearm. only one or two cut across the visible vein, red against blue.
the silence is almost tangible. your hands are so soft, and i am aching with something i cannot name, but your eyes are shining and i'm sorry, i'm so sorry.
"i can't help it," i whisper, lips dry and voice thin and brittle. i need you to understand this.
your finger brushes across my torn skin. it stings, but i don't flinch.
"why?" you ask suddenly, voice sliced through with hurt and concern and maybe the slightest tinge of anger. "why would you do this to yourself? don't you know how much it hurts me to see this?"
i press my lips together, trying to keep the sobs down. they rise up my throat and tickle behind my eyes. when i'm composed enough to talk without a brok

on being lost (and never hoping to be found)this is a (one-sided) love affair from afar.
you hide behind that paint-peeling wall of this-is-wrong and accusations of idiocy and many other humiliations,
and i'm somewhere across the ocean, strung up by my ankles
from flagpoles
and the odd broken streetlight:
i assume that if you knew you'd plug my nostrils with lightning bolts, so i wouldn't be able to breathe without electrocuting my thoughts, which, let's be honest, are dead enough already, if you'd just leave them alone in their coffins.
i could've said i was happy buried in any other circumstance
(i could have lied, i could have.)
i have a gut overflowing the waistband of these belted jeans and i have too little words to describe so many things behind my eyes and i have tallymarks on my skin, counting the days down, counting counting, and i will always have numbers, always,
but no,
i don't have you, or even the semblance of a you.
here's the truth: i used to think the small bubbles of okay-ness in between the oceans

FeatureHere are quite a few poets I think deserve more recognition on this site.

:iconlovelylonelystars:

"you'll be broken, choking as they force-feed
you happiness on a cracked, broken platter.
and you scream for help, but you don't know-
because it doesn't matter"
:iconvvolatile:

"i could tell you how i've
fucked
one boy or one girl or one
hundred individual
souls, how they
moved and how they
moaned,"
:icontubefed:

"and i--i wanted cancer"
:icongrew-up-a-screw-up:

"Other than how the skies looked like smoke and dioxide vomit
Pooling onto our broken pupils"
:iconglossolalias:

"when the sun beat so hard i could hear
every waving particle, see the color before it was
swallowed; i closed my eyes and felt the concrete"
:iconhazeltown:

"waves inside my inner
doubt - god, i still
hold unto your sea"
:iconithaswhatitisnt:

"There aren't words to describe the

keeping journals1: sometime in the last hour,
i've held a small knife to my chest
where beneath scarred skin, ribs and lung
my stubborn heart resides:
between these pretty covers,
my pathetic letters slump into the next
like falling dominoes:
these inky dates are
running together with carelessly
spent tears and melting wax.
2: sometime in the last two months,
i failed at living
and i failed
at
dying
and i found there is a different kind of thrill
to slicing over veins with no intention
of suicide
and i realised there is nothing quite the same
as the taste of isolation, of fake-
bitter words when i finally understand
i'm giving out the truth
in small doses and, no, they've
got no idea.
3: sometime in the last year,
i got caught up in living the same
day a hundred times over:
and now i want to burn these notebooks
until you can't read the pointless
words they hold on blue lines
and white paper,
i n

Not EnoughNot Enough

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Close your eyes and count to ten.
Block out the world outside,
Where everything is broken.
Because right now,
You are safe in my arms,
And now you can start again.

Open your eyes and take off,
Flying from this safe world,
Where everything is perfect.
As you leave me,
You find reality.
Childhood was not enough.

selenographythere's a poison to it

dripped out
around the
outrageous radius

spout of pout lips
and ageless
trajectories heinous
and hints

and hits
in major veins

NEW CONTEST, STARTS TODAYI KNOW EVERYONE HAS BEEN WAITING SO HERE IT IS, THE NEW CONTEST.
" PLEASE DON'T CRY"
THIS CONTEST IS MEANT TO N EMOTIONAL ONE, AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HOW DEEP YOU ALL CAN GO WITH THIS. THE ONLY RULE I HAVE IS IT HAS TO BE A POEM. THIS CONTEST WILL END APRIL 1ST. YES THIS WILL BE ANOTHER ONE OF MY SHORT ONES. I WILL HAVE A FOLDER READY IN THE NEXT FOR MINUTES FOR EVERYONE TO ENTER, AND I HOPE TO HAVE MORE THAN 5 THIS TIM
I'M ALSO GLAD TO SAY OUR GROUP IS STILL GROWING EVERYDAY, SO THANKS TO ALL OF THE NEW AND OLD MEMBERS. I STILL WOULD LOVE TO SEE OUR GROUP BECOME A SUPER GROUP ONE DAY, SO IF YOU CAN HELP US OUT PLEASE DO.

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Valentine's Day Poem

by *nnaj, Feb 14, 2013, 5:53:42 AM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Traditional Fixed Forms

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Internet internet,
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[edit:] It's not romantic but I spent Valentine's Day 2013 hanging out with friends and it was awesome!

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~DoAnAileronRoll Feb 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Your literature has just been featured in an article of the dA Gazette! [link]
Great work on it!

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*nnaj Feb 25, 2013

Thanks!

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~DoAnAileronRoll Feb 25, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

You're welcome!

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~Raneva Feb 14, 2013

This is perfect.
You lovely genius, you!

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*nnaj Feb 25, 2013

*Takes off hat and bows*

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*quamp Feb 14, 2013

It could be worse... you could be in love with someone that doesn't want anything to do with you.

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*nnaj Feb 14, 2013

That sucks man. Good luck.
But if it was me I don't think I'd be able to fall in love with someone that didn't want anything to do with me.

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