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SmileI'm no rapper
No physical scrapper
I'm a spoken word poet
Trying to let you know it
I've got rhyming style
Making a minute last a mile
Just to see you smile
It might take some time
But it's worth my while
Unbend your spine
Relax and let go
Overtake the flow
Don't fidget, midget
Don't fall, tall
Don't cry, fly
Don't sorrow
Here comes tomorrow
Flying on the wings of yesterday
Didn't I say
Smile
Make this poem
Worth my while?

'Just Fun'Young girls; their heads are messed up.
Manipulated but you compensated
by getting dressed up.
You stare into the mirror
but you're never good enough?
Layers of cosmetics
but you still look rough?
A slave to fashion, you gave your passion
for a bit of popularity.
Feeling satisfaction?
Empty bottles are reality
releasing your 'insanity'
but you're sobering now
and you know of your fallacy.
Twelve to fifteen, nothing really changed.
Sacrificing femininity, potential down the drain...
As nasty as it sounds, you 'matured' into a wench
and while you carry on, girls like me pretend
that the world will be better in years to come.
But how will that h

who's sorry now?somehow
you said it'd be
different
somehow
the plans have changed

i don't wanna be
by myself
agonizing with cheap
whiskey
while you're out there

and who's sorry now?
with my last breath i say
damn you and all your affection
give me back my heart
i'll trade it for your soul

blue, white, grey and ironyit's ironic when i realize
you
used to be the boy who brought
colour
to my life when i lived a life of blues, whites and greys.

and now you're the only man
who brings me so low that i drowndrowndrown
for hours/days/even weeks, and can't come back up.

is it just my mistakes?
or is there more to this low..?

it's you i see
in that crooked half-grin
on a stranger's face.

it's you i hear
in the lyrics of those songs
i listen to.

it's you i see
in the way that friend
swaggers.
or the way he acts.

i adore his personality,
because i see
you.

but you refuse to see me.

ReflectionsThings had never meant to be,
when I closed my eyes to a dream.
Underwater I face the moon,
feeling its caress in this barren abyss.

Figments of hopes and prayers
flitting and fleeting around me,
a school of fish swimming
in glistening silver fragments.

In a future that once was
and a past that could never be,
I felt the ebb and flow
of a faint midday sun with you.

But when my eyes awaken,
it becomes too much to bear.
A drab reality falls in place,
crushing these remnants of possibility.

HeartI am not the monster
that goes bump
in the night.

I am not the monster
that is savage and
destroys the flesh.

No,

I am the monster
burdened with a heart
to rip myself part by part.

I am the monster
that self-destructs
cathartic, beautiful.

I am the monster
with a tongue
knotted in the throat,

by choice.

I am the monster
with faulty restraint,
a smile with shadows.

No,

I am not the monster
you claim I am,
ready to destroy you.

You are not
what my existence encompasses,
not my center.

My core is my heart
my gift
my fault.

I am the monster,
the man-made disaster
toxic to itself --

and You are
an unfortunate casualty,
nothing more,

JealousyI am happy she is gone

Is that wrong, I don’t know

I’m not sure I still want you

But you are mine alone

I'm notI'm not innocent, but instead fragmented,
Parts of a soul divided.
One part hopeful, drowned out by the rest,
And gloom fogging the mix.
I'm not calm. I'm voices screaming,
Shouting so loud that they all cancel each other's points.
I'm drawn, and hindered, and straining,
But mostly faded out.
I am two parts of a story told, cut short far before the conclusion.
I am the whisper of a thought begun
but interrupted.

i want a hugwake up
my child
and smile
to this new world that's
coming 'round the corner

the way you speak
speak loudly
and clear
and hold my hands
close your eyes
surprise
it's the sunshine

things seem hard
sometimes
but the problem is
that we never had
the time to fix it
so we procrastinated
and waited
the moon shine

Delusions and IllusionsDelusions and illusions
Are our best friends,
The only things we can retain
When we're left to fend
For others, for ourselves
For the good of all we have
To save ourselves from the abyss
Which will one day drive us mad.

Perception and deception
Are mortal enemies
In the battle for survival
As only one can breed
To keep us safe in our bubbles
In which we've grown to live
So showing one the truth
Is an act one can't forgive.

And in a sense, no innocence
Can stand the test of time
Even though we are immune
For most of our selfish lives
For even though we don't accept it
The truth is always there
So discard, once more,

My $.25Gumballs sliding over unadulterated glass
Passing and chunk chunk
Sound of more weird wisdom
Chewing on marbles lost
It's not the color you want anyway
Chunk chunk on you try
Three, five, seven sugary slipshod
Past an unflappable metal gate
It's not the mind you'd cry to

ElementsIce will freeze the river
Lava will cool the shadows
Ghosts will ride the winds
Storm will duel with thunder

Who will win,nobody knows
There could be a tie, would it matter though?
Each a special element
Insisting to fight
When the dust clears would earth be all right?

Natural elements can turn bad rather quick
Would we make it out safe?
How would this effect the world
All the elements dueling?

Would a winner be found
Or would there be none?
The elements are equally powerful
That much is true
If this fight ever happend
How would it effect you?

Ur eyes shine like the forth oUr eyes shine like the forth of the July the color splashs wanting to leave white out of the picture ur eyes are beautiful there not pitiful ur eyes are all u need for being beauitiful

Starved For Wheat Starved For Wheat
(A poem for everyone with gluten intolerance)

I must look awful strange, sipping tea and staring at all the cakes and cookies piled high in
Convenience stores and coffee shops.
It's plain to see I'm starved for wheat,
And that I'm silently cursing my tantalizing lot in life.

Because, it's not fair ... that I have to sit and starve on salad,
While watching family and friends feast and feed to their hearts' content,
And amuse myself by dreaming of de

Strongeryou are stronger then this,
i think to myself,
as i lay down my head to sleep,
i close my eyes and think happier thoughts,
and yet somehow the memories get to me,
the tears fall effortlessly down my face,
gently, stealthily sneaking from my eyes,
and transform into crystals,
they shine and sparkle in the light,
and whisk me swiftly off to sleep,
a gentle motherly voice whispers in my ear,
you are stronger then this

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Love to a Broken Heart

by ~moonsalpha, Dec 29, 2008, 2:08:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

Love to a broken heart.

Can my heart break
any more than it already has?
The one man I thought I could trust,
the one man I thought I could love,
is just like the others.
Just as capable of letting my frail heart
slip from his hand and shatter.
The only one
that I though was close to me
couldn't be farther apart.
All you needed was a gentle push
and you let my feelings fall to the dirt.
If this is love then let me die now.
I can't stand how I can be blinded
by something as trivial as a man.

Fate is cruel,
I knew that from the start.
As did I know that life was unfair.
But love,
love was supposed to be pure
and untainted!
I guess all that I have lived for is false
and just a simple fairytale.

Why can't I cry?
Is this a normal symptom of heartbreak?
My heart has already been broken
but I thought I was safe
from loving someone
with a stoic face
and a bad impression,
but I guess love is like air,
no matter how hard
you try you can't keep it away.
I know we were of different beliefs
but I thought you were strong enough
and didn't care that I was different!
I guess an atheist
and a Christian
just can't make it in this cruel world.
It hurts not being able to love
but it hurts more not being able to trust.
The friends I guessed I had
could to easily turn their backs.

Love to a Broken Heartby ~moonsalpha

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

I was depressed last night but I don't cry (although I wished I could) so to get the emotions out I whote a poem.....ummm I could say enjoy but I'm not going to....>.<

as of today this is my most fav'd piece of work. (1/7/09)

comment plz
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!LycanthropicEmo Dec 29, 2008 Writer

Wow. A heart broken in a want for love. It is amazing, the skill you have with words is simply amazing. Even if you are depressed. Its a shockingly beautiful and capturing work of art. Well done. I tip my hat to you.

~moonsalpha Dec 29, 2008

^_^ yea I'm still really depressed over my BF but U know how to cheer me up (*Glares* I can't be depressed with u. I hate u) lol the sad part is, is that the reason why my poemms are so good because they are my true feelings at the time. it's like my hand and the words in my heart are attached. it can get really anoying at times, but thx^_^

!LycanthropicEmo Dec 29, 2008 Writer

yeah its all my love and compassion and .. OMG A TALKING MONKEY *glomps it* ^.^ you all luffs me really ^w^ yup i know how ya feel there

But atleast you can relate to your poetry ^.^ So now all ya gotta do is kick you bf in teh balls and punch his face in then do sum super sexy pose and say something ultra awesome

~moonsalpha Dec 30, 2008

XD nice. yea okay I luff u. lol our relationship is kinda wavery at the moment so I'm not shure what to do.

!LycanthropicEmo Dec 30, 2008 Writer

How could you not love love something as sexy and as adorable as myself *waggles eyebrows* lol welll just tell him what you feel and if he gives you a load of bullcrap tell him where to go!! ^.^

~moonsalpha Dec 30, 2008

lol okay *pats head. gives cookie* he's not bad but thisngs are just a bit wierd at the moment and when things settle down I'll talk with him. thx

!LycanthropicEmo Dec 30, 2008 Writer

COOKIE!!

ohhhh oki.. well yeah give him the talking he deserves ^.^ Its all in a days work *flies like superman*

~moonsalpha Dec 30, 2008

lol yea okay. have fun eating ur cookie.

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~brokenheartgirl321 Dec 29, 2008 Student Photographer

Don't tell me its not my fault because it is

~moonsalpha Dec 29, 2008

so u u want to blame ur self that badly? I can't stop u in that, but I don't think it's ur fault

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