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DaydreamingI'm all locked up inside
My own personal cage of sin.
Sanctimony is a righteous bribe.
It brands dark ink upon the skin
Leaving me breathless, and fooled,
Not whole, not again.
I no longer wait for night to unfold
To cosset me in downy pillow dreams.
I close my eyes right here, right now.
The mind will fly where it's always free
To seek the memories of a land of old,
Not stale, not for me.

the sound of gears and stoneborn in steel and clay
rising to press back the clouds
and scattering them with a wave
of hands and arms made for
other things

the sound of gears and stone
shifting and grinding
shifting and grinding
walking towards the edge
of the world

pocked with the mark of times
when hungry beasties fed
and took me to their bed
if only in their minds
not their hearts

the horizon is never closer
and entropy betrays me
but not yet, I say,
but not yet, I say,
and I move through the night

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

FarewellEs ist nicht alles wirklich
in diesem Zustand zwischen
Wachen und Schlafen...

" Wie du mir warst..." flüstern Türen
und Wände seit Jahrhunderten
in stillem Einvernehmen
dazu das Atmen des Holzes
ein- aus -ein- aus.

Der blinde Spiegel tut ein Übriges
und schweigt-
er hat schon zuviel gesehen.

Grünes Gezweig rankt am abgeplatzten
Fensterrahmen
und schlängelt entlang
der verblassten Tapeterie.

Einst blühten hier Rosen
sehr laut und sehr rot
und jeder Strauß weinte still
in seiner rostigen Vase.

Nun liegen Fliegenarmeen- beinoben-
an den matten Scheiben.

Ihr letzter Blick
war sicher ins Grün.

Twerping Birdies

I. not a morning person

Twerping birdies, chorping away at the day
As if I were supposed to be awake
At the crack of noon.

Cheerful construction workers obliterate
The restful silence, encouraged, perhaps,
By the bad example of the twerping birds.

There's plenty of rest for the wicked,
But none at all for me; let the early bird
Gorge itself on wormy guts for all I care.

II. insomnia blues

like unto the gentle, polyphonic susurration of the wind
through the leaves of the sibylline vuvuzela tree,
the evocative, resonant, goldurned whiny two-stroke
of the kargyraa engine of progress that powers
the early morning hunting call
of the ove

vengeance for injusticea mother she cries
cries at the war
now she waits
waits for the call
of the soldiers orders to kick down her door
vengeance she took filled with hate
for her husband and child who couldn't be saved
now she's locked in a cell
she buried her son
they put her through hell
but it's okay the rich man won

cirque de nuitanfangs ein rauschen am nachthimmel
so geschehen vom flattern der wimpel im

halbdunkel und dem klagenden streichton einer
singenden säge.

genommen und versteckt
verloren und gefallen

und ein riss der das zurückkommen
nicht möglich macht.

ein bild unter glas
getrübt - verhangen wie weisses Metall.

( hast du das licht vergessen- hast du?)

die leine baumelt mechanisch
am hilflosen arm.

ein atmen - stockend und menschlich fast
(etwas pocht herzähnlich)

ein raunen geht durch unsichtbare reihen
enttäuschend wie ein sprung ohne boden.

verlierst du dich verlierst du mich auch
und haben wir schon uns beide verlo

One Thing Leads To AnotherOne teachers bitterness
Can lead to this
Student that's struggling in the back row
A snide comment about a test score
And their whole world
Will take a blow

Little did that teacher know
The magnitude that their actions hold
That one comment, look or eye roll
Could tear that kids whole world

That kid leaves class
Without a second glance
At the teacher who was meant to enlighten them
But broke down their confidence
And shattered them

It starts with passing giggles in the hallway
To comments in the next class that their friends made
To their parents questions at the end of the day

To the very next morning that same kid
Is late to class becau

Fate of the Earth Chapter 3-2How he spoke was sinister and cold, the look of him even matched how he spoke, Ireness could sense he was bad news but kept herself calm and listened to what the man had to say.

He walked around them and continued his speech as he gazed at the group “I see only two of what I am looking for but I am sure that you all know where the other two are”.

Kira then asked “who are you looking for?”

The man lent down to her and said in a disrespectful tone “I don’t recall asking you to speak”.

Alan got fearful for Kira, thinking he was going to hurt her but one of the men with the guns put his foot on his he

BSwe can reach the stars
but can't dig a well?
we can teach to harm
but can't fix the world?

PoetryThe first time I wrote a poem
I was in third grade
Down the side of my page I wrote the word
May
M
A
Y
May flowers bloom
Always sunny skies
You can smell the buds on the trees
That was the first poem I ever wrote.
Since then poetry has changed a lot for me
It's been an outlet
For anger, and sadness, sometimes loneliness
My first poem, I wrote at school
With a teacher standing over my shoulder
Telling me which lines should have so many syllables
And which words should rhyme
Now I write in my bedroom
By the light of a single lamp
Late at night when my brain is running in personified circles
Coming up with hyperbolic metaphors
To captivate an abstract audience
That resides only in the labyrinth of my mind
Poetry has become more than a way to write
It's become a way to think
To look at life
Poetry
Speaks through lines of rhymes
Through words with double meanings
Similes that are so cliche I want to cry
Sometimes the words stop coming
And

The Journey to Earth: Chapter 1 Part 1Sapphire The Black Dragon
The Beginning of Her Quest

On the planet Aldaban in the Furn System, ruled mainly by a cat like race known as the Aldabariuns, a peaceful race that was strong in their mind powers, with abilities to use physic abilities, telekinesis and other mind powers.

This race may have been the dominant species of the planet Aldaban but they never accepted that role as they believed in working in harmony with the creatures that lived among them.

And due to them with the ability to understand other species tongues and to communicate with them with their powers they made a strong pact with most of the species there.

There were

Sleep DeprivedHere's an update for my dreams of black,
once they were gone,
and now there back.

For days now my sleep has been deprived,
waking early,
waking loud.

Sometimes more early than i need,
1am, 2am, 3am, 4,
Life is a blur sometimes.

Now at school, sitting in class,
bored but still awake,
'won't last long, will it now? Fear i'll start to snore :3

But what causes such problems of mine?
For that i'm not quite sure.
Guilt, Stress, Blood, or Love?
I guess we'll never know.

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The Ugly TruthI'm not a miracle worker,
I'm not superwoman,
I'm a broken, 17 year old girl, who has no idea where shes going in life.

And I'm scared.

DEPRESSING POETRY TIME o3oIn this dark reality from where i cannot dream
there is no kindness
there is no caring
There is only hatred and grief
In this dark reality from where i cannot dream
I hope to dream of peace and friendship
Though i never will see that day
In this dark reality there is no escape
from the dark claws dragging you to your death

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An itch on your soul,
A taste, so very sweet to the blood of will,
Smelling as spicy; zesty just a cinnamon candle.
A battle cry for your beliefs.

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What can I say?You're walking home,
Taking a short cut through the park...
The heaven starts to cry and wail,
Flashing in despair,
As you hurry to get away.

You stop to see a lone woman crying in time with the sky.
You go up to her; she shows you a photo of a young child,
"He would've been 2 today..."
"I miss his giggles, I miss his hugs..."
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You sit next to her, ignoring the icy droplets.
She hugs the photo to her broken heart.

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FlawedYes, I maybe overweight,
Or too skinny...
Sure, I have a attitude-temper problem,
Or I'm a push-over...
So what?

Yeah, my hair is frizzy,
Or fake...
Okay, so my teeth need braces,
Or a cleaning...
So what?

Totally, I'm different,
And weirder...
I have flaws,
But I acknowlege them...
I try to fix them...

But how could you,
Someone who can't talk,
Be quick to point out my flaws...
When your hands are dirty?

Isn't It?Isn't it beautiful?
When the new dew drops.
Sparkle on the fresh grass,
As the sun stretches its morning rays?

Isn't it precious?
When a small child,
Opens its new, innocent eyes,
Greeting you with a small smile and a Giggle, as if to say,
'I'm glad to spend this day with you.'

Isn't it relaxing?
When the sun gives out the last rays of light,
Flying across the sky, fading from a blazing orange,
Into a shy purple and to a quiet indigo as stars light up the night sky…

Aren't the smallest things the most gorgeous?

How To Make An 'I Am' Poem.I am
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I hear
I see
I am

I pretend
I feel
I touch
I worry
I cry
I am

I understand
I say
I dream
I try
I hope
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Here Lies Hope

by ~Mo42, Apr 19, 2009, 7:15:49 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Urban & Spoken Word

Here lies hope,
Someone who helped me along the path,
Of life.

Here lies hope,
The friend that kept me going,
Even when faith was hidden.

Here lies hope,
one of the few good feelings,
Of the few, in life.

Here lies hope,
Completly gone...
Or is it?

Here Lies Hopeby ~Mo42

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Urban & Spoken Word

Wow, it's been a while, huh? But I wrote like ten poems last Friday, I felt so bad about you all who wait!

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*Ninja-Artist-Zero Apr 19, 2009 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I liked the "or is it?" part! XD

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~Mo42 Apr 20, 2009 Student General Artist

Thankies!

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*Ninja-Artist-Zero Apr 20, 2009 Hobbyist Digital Artist

XD I see BOOBIES! XD LOL

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~Mo42 Apr 21, 2009 Student General Artist

...?

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*Ninja-Artist-Zero Apr 21, 2009 Hobbyist Digital Artist

LOL sorry! just random

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~Mo42 May 2, 2009 Student General Artist

oh 'kay.

P.S. Luv and miss you!

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*Ninja-Artist-Zero Jul 13, 2009 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Im back for I don't know long.

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Mood: Love

~Mo42 Jul 13, 2009 Student General Artist

Good, it was'nt as fun with you gone!

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