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The SongbirdIt was just before he turned
nine years old
that his mother bought the boy
a soft yellow songbird.
And that songbird
every night
would sing the sweetest arias
and would melt away
the little boy's fears.

He loved that bird
and its beautiful melodies;
it was not a pet his mother had given him,
but a musician-
a listener-
a friend.

But as time wearied and withered away
(as time has tendency to do),
the boy found it harder and harder
to hear the splendid tunes
until finally
the boy could hear the bird no more.

At fifteen the boy's brain
was being ravaged by
a most monstrous cancer.
The doctors spared him his life,
but

ParanoiaI running in the twilight,
Before the light is devoured by the night,
I have to get away.
I look behind me.
He's trying to kill me
I have to get away,
This is judgment day.
Is he a vampire or a werewolf?
A ghost looking for a host?
Even my breath escapes from me.
I can't run anymore it seems.
I feel I need caffeine,
Hopefully my mind will
Race away from the scene.
But it seems I've been running from my shadow.
A movie is a movie.

LanguageThe rolling of 'R's
Pronouncing every vowel
Giving the words a harsh sound
Inflicting an accent
Speaking a foreign tongue
Absorbing everything
Only scratching the surface
Yet feeling as if
I know a good amount
Slipping the words
Into everyday conversation
Feeling compelled
To show proficiency
Knowing advanced phrases
Yet not knowing all the basics
Learning in my spare time
While trying to stay a step ahead
Dying for a chance
To travel
And speak another language
In its homeland
Wanting to prove myself
To someone
Yet now knowing who
That someone is
Trying to gain some common ground
Yet only pushing people away
Practically begging for the chance
To whisper sweet nothings
To you
In another tongue
Lying awake at night
Phrases running through my mind
Endlessly reviewing
Not getting closer
But never moving backwards
The thought of being advanced
Forever flashing before my eyes
Always slightly out of reach
When push comes to shove
I realize
I have become more advanced
I'm not as gr

My realityMy reality slaps me daily in the face.
I am getting ready to marry someone I
do not love.
Hell, sometimes,
I don't even like the guy.

But my parents have decried,
that no matter what, this wedding
WILL happen, even if I have to do so
against my will.

My hope, my prayer is that something
amazing will happen on that day to set
me free.

My reality rears its ugly head as
daily fights occur but we still
move forward as if we are two
happy birds.

My reality is not what fairy tales are made of.
My reality is not what every girl dreams of.
My reality is a living nightmare.

Sing a love songI have the perfect excuse to be with you.
You are ostensibly helping me sing a song for my future husband.
What you don't know, is that I wish it was you.
These words are things I wish I was strong enough to say to you.

I have always loved you.
For seven long years I have waited for you.
In your arms I am home, I am complete.
In your kiss, I am replete.

For some reason, the fates have
decried that we must wage a war.
Fight our way to the happy ending.
But I fear that you do not see me the way I see you.

As I sing horribly, purposefully, off key,
you give me encouraging words.
Suggesting how I can really hit those notes

The Light for the Women of Broken heartsDangling, strangling, suffocating, and trapped in adolescence.
One night when I was 11 years old, my mother disappeared, and even when she came back home, she never really came back.
Much like her that night I climbed to the roof, held myself like a crucifix, and told God, told anyone, to take me.
They haven't found me since.
I've been here
With my mother.

Wrapped in the ropes of my insecurities, my lovely childhood, they squeeze tighter every time I think of when my mother never touched me,
Or looked at me with such affection, and softness as a mother should.
I am dangling above the jaws of my bitter stepfather's evil bite,
and

Salt In Old WoundsBarking, like the rabid dogs they are,
hounds leaning over seats
with their snarling, protruding mouths.
An incessant string of ridicule
they call out to each other,
laughter like salt against the flesh.

Lie To MeFingertips lace around my ribs
And pull at my skin
As my breath catches
At the coolness of your touch.

Calm these trembling hands
And hold them tight in yours.
I'll move my lips on yours
Just so you don't have to.

Hearts beat faster and
My breath shudders with insecurity.
Press my body close to yours
So I don't shatter into fragments.

Lie to me one more time.
Tangle your legs in mine,
Brush your lips along my neck.
Make me feel alive.

The Ocean of my HeadMy brain is like a jellyfish in the ocean of my head.
I drank to many tequilas and woke up seeing red,
and all I ask from my life is to crawl back into bed
because my brain is like a jellyfish in the ocean of my head.

GraveyardIn sunlit hours
the glade is quiet.
Everything is still,
no signs of riot.

Far in the distance,
wind chimes are ringing.
Butterflies flutter,
they seem to be singing.

Within this heath,
grave stones sit, content.
They seems to forgive
events past and present.

But as soon as the sun
slips beneath the trees,
All forms of silence
and of peace are ceased.

Suddenly, there is smoke
drifting through the eerie air.
Burrows sit menacingly:
they dangerously glare.

Growls, whistles, creaks,
resound through the night.
Shadows lurk rapidly,
waiting just out of sight.

The vines that entwined
the trunks of the trees,
now appear to

Maggots in the MorgueIs it the spark or the twinkle in the eye
that I eat?
dreams and hopes now faded
being devoured by my minuscule mouth
all metaphorically of course

I eat the actual eye
dull and glassy
marbles polished with a gray layering of dust
in a now vacant mind

I start at the pupil
a small black hole waiting to swallow me up
maybe I will eat some of the iris too
but not to much
as not to overindulge
considering that is the best part

Brown, green, blue
a mix of all or none
but always different
unique, some may call it
but it all tastes the same in the end

After that I start going straight through
never mind the glossy white surroundi

FacadeAnother layer
stripped from a stone reflection.
Can you see me now?

Lost LoverWe shared a moment in time,
We handed over our hearts.
With every breath you were mine,
We treated love as art.

Our feelings were the same,
Our worlds became one.
We played a pleasant game,
But neither of us won.

Too fickle with our dreams,
Too firm in our desires.
Too timid were we,
To do what love requires.

You took back what was yours,
I fumbled with the exchange.
You closed your stark doors,
And I took all the blame.

Now you seek my attention,
Now you wish only for me.
Please forgive my pretension,
But I don't need you to be happy.

Farewell lost lover,
Time will carry you.
And you may yet recover,
A love you once kn

My EndymionI was never a fond of love;
I never invited it into my bed,
nor gave it my tears.
Not that it would ask.

And yet tears I do now give,
in sacrifice.
To a man who never asked nor incited such feelings.
Feelings that crowd my mind,

And weigh my chest down.
With uncontrolled emotions that spire into fires of passion.
Pretty words seeming so small to describe,
the obsolete moment of truth that banishes dreams for reality.

Oh how the light so gently touches you,
and that smile.
That gives me a smile of my own.
This is a tragedy of situation my friend.

Sorrow for joy;
my dear Endymion.

DysfunctionThere are three iron-clad rules in the abusive home:
Don't talk.
Don't trust.
Don't feel.

A child only has their affection, and trust to offer adults.
It is their most intimate exchange,
their most vulnerable part of self,
one of their most valuable gifts they posses.
If they are rejected or shamed a child's mind cannot understand.
Their mind may translate the rejection or shame into doubt,
and feelings of worthlessness.
Soon enough, the child may come to the incorrect conclusion
"If my feelings aren't valuable or good enough, neither am I."

These messages are the most damaging and deceitful
since we may not recognize those word

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The Secret I Keep

by =irishdragonfly7, Sep 8, 2012, 5:13:05 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The secret I keep is as big as the sea.
I know I am hurting more than just me.
If I share it, I wonder if
it will do more harm than good.

The secret I keep, has me losing much sleep.
I lay here staring at the ceiling,
wondering why I let this happen.

I could make excuses, I could lie to myself
but the truth is, I was just too weak to
put up a fight.

Respect your elders. Do as your told.
Your parents know what is best for you.
Money does not grow on trees.
This is your destiny.
Divorce is a sin.
The rules I was given and felt forced to live by.

The secret I keep is tearing me apart.
Loving him, as I always have, how can it be so wrong?
Wanting him, needing him, craving him.
My love for him above all.

You see, he is not the man I married.
I made a terrible mistake.
I did not listen to my heart
and now, this is the secret I keep.

The Secret I Keepby =irishdragonfly7

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I wrote this 20 years ago. I have not shared it, ever. Am a tad shy about sharing it now as it really exposes some things.

My love knows these things now, but how I wish I could have been stronger then.

~~love 0 0~~

joy 1 1

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~KikuMizu Sep 18, 2012

I really do need to fall in love...

=irishdragonfly7 Sep 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's a beautiful thing

~KikuMizu Sep 18, 2012

So I have been told. I have also been told that scientifically, the hormones that make you happy in a relationship die off (not completely because they are endorphines but they stop happening for that specific reason) at about four years in an average relationship so I hope to prove that number wrong.

=irishdragonfly7 Sep 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I can tell you that in my experience, that is not the case, after 20 years I still get goosebumps and butterflies from my husband. When it is right, everything flows

~KikuMizu Sep 19, 2012

Oh good

Then I will definitely seek out this emotion everyone strives for.

~starell Sep 10, 2012

Though this is about a specific topic i feel like it applies universally to the secrets quite a few people keep. I really enjoyed it because I could feel all of the complex emotions as you presented them. I have one small critique; in the third stanza second line I believe the first to is supposed to be too. Other than that, perfection!

=irishdragonfly7 Sep 10, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you so much for your wonderful words. And you are correct. thank you for seeing that error. I have corrected it. I like that you can see other situations in this writing. I like being able to reach more than a specific audience.

~starell Sep 10, 2012

aw you are most welcome!

and am glad you could fix it it!

~Mierren Sep 10, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

very nice!

=irishdragonfly7 Sep 10, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thank you

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