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Strength

You're not worth it.

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Caricare Contest: Bob Marley

through
music
gave us hope

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Love

Heartbeat out of tune
Tears of confusion take over
Heartbeat has flat lined

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Experience

Our skin, embracing the touch
While the penetration of deep breaths succumb
Soft lips breathing hot about my neck
My lips and hands tracing the outline of your body
Fingers intertwine and our legs climb about each other
The sheets, they seem to tangle
Just as our clothes are sprawled across the floor
The heat of two bodies starts to fill the air
Making eye contact as our mouths dry
Licking our lips and tightly holding onto each other
We don’t want it to end, hanging onto the sensation as long as we can
Switching places now; your hands up and down my back
My lips resting on your shoulder
The smell of your skin and hair corrupt my mind
As I feel you deep within, controlling my movements
Breathing exciting warmth on my ear, like a whisper
Our hearts pounding so hard, we can hear them echoing in our chests
Our bodies begin to shake uncontrollably
Grasping your arms tighter then before
Our breaths are getting louder, more intense
So intense they’re turning into sounds
Shifting about the bed, fingers through my hair
Movements are getting faster and faster
The sensation is getting closer
Chills are beginning to take over my body
Your body is tensing up; there’s no going back
Our lips embrace once more as the sensation is released
Now our body’s resting side by side
Trying to regain our breath
Letting our skin touch
Eye contact; lips intertwine

Written January 27, 2009

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Acrostic Astrology: Aries

Adventurous and energetic

     Restless and aggressive

          Intellectual

               Enthusiastic and confident

                    Spontaneity



Written for Acrostic Astrology contest

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Nascentes Morimur

Twenty-three chromosomes from my mother
Twenty-three chromosomes from my father
Already, I feel loved
Three weeks now and my heart is beating
My blood is pumping
My brain is dividing into three primary sections
Already, I am alive
Four weeks now and my limbs are taking shape
By five weeks I have my kidneys and external portions of the ear
My hands and wrists are taking shape
Already, I am partially developed
Six weeks now and I have brain waves
My heartbeat can be heard, and I can respond reflexively to stimulus
Already, I have feelings
By seven weeks I have fingers and toes to wiggle
Knee joints are now present
All of my organs are present by week eight and I am only one and half inches long
I have breathing motions, my kidneys are producing urine, and my skin thickens
Already, I will soon know if I am a boy or a girl
By nine weeks my eyelids close, I can suck my thumb and swallow
I’m grasping and responding to touch
At ten weeks I now have fingernails and toenails, and my very own fingerprints
Already, I have an identity

But wait…something else is swimming in your stomach
It’s making me starve and die
Here I am born four hours later, but only six or seven weeks old
Already, I am born and dead
If only you would have let me live
But wait…now at nine weeks there is a tube cutting me apart
A machine is sucking me apart limb by limb
This is the fad
Already, I have experienced pain
You should have let me live
At sixteen weeks there is a large needle
It’s poisoning me
It’s dehydrating me, my brain is hemorrhaging
My organs are failing and my skin is burnt
The next day I am born…but not breathing
Please let me live
Now here…I am fourteen to twenty-three weeks old
But there is a instrument twisting my arm off
Now the other, and now my legs one by one
My skull is now being crushed and no longer am I whole
But in pieces
If you would have just let me live
I’m mostly developed now
I now have a chance of surviving outside my mother
Here I am being born, but feet first and face down
Just the head left arms and legs squirming about
But wait…no…blunt scissors are being put in the base of my skull
The scissors are now spreading apart
Something is being inserted into my skull
My brain…it sucks my brain out until my head collapses
Now I am fully born, but no longer squirming about
Just still, not moving
Already, I have felt hate
Why didn’t you let me live?

Written November 11, 2009

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Dear Seth

Dear Seth,
Still one more year to go because
you let things get to your head.
I know you’re trying to overcome this,
but this negativity I cannot bed.

And all the kings horses
And all the kings men
Couldn’t put your head
Back together again

If roses are red
And violets are blue
Exactly how sweet is the
Sugar I gave to you?

Dear Seth,
Things are getting rough again.
Time is going by so slow and
I’m only receiving more sad news.
It seems you’re clipping your own wings.
Your freedom you have sold.

But if Adam and Eve were meant to be
Why do I feel like Eve and you the snake?
You have fed me your poison, which
I am no longer tempted to take

If that mocking bird don’t sing
Then I’ll know I can’t change a thing
Hush baby now don’t you cry
Everything should be alright

Dear Seth,
The days are dragging by, but it
seems there is no reason for this.
There is no support left to hold.
Not even when I think how much of you I love and miss.

And all the kings horses
And all the kings men
Can never put my heart
Back together again

If roses are red
And violets are blue
Why has this sugar
Turned as bitter as you?

Dear Seth,
The day you are released from
these bars will never come.
You will always be trapped inside
for it seems now, two is lonelier than one.

But if Adam and Eve were meant to be,
With me Eve, why did you choose to be the snake?
You keep drinking the poison you find,
And the poison that you make

Not once have I heard that mocking bird sing
I know now what I did, didn’t change a thing
Hush now, don’t be so loud when you cry
Everything was supposed to be alright

Written May 29, 2009

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When a Cockroach Becomes a Butterfly

Close your eyes and make a wish
Tap your heels three times and say the magic word
And whatever else the fairy tales tell you to do, in order to be happy
In order to be beautiful
In order to be loved
In order to be a hypocrite

The glass slipper doesn’t fit-
So buy a different size if you want it that bad
Kiss a frog and you’ll get nothing in return but a dirty look
In reality, pumpkins don’t have wheels…
And there is only a beast, no beauty
No magic spell to break
No curse to overcome
No magic potion or eternal life
No evil witch to escape from grasp
Just yourself, just me
What a disappointment

How sweet the roses smell along the way
But they are just a small portion compared to the weeds to come
As pictures began to stain my walls with memories
regret still does not take over, but still I feel bad inside
The yellow brick road has come to an end
and now reads NO OUTLET
Still I push forward through the dirt
But in order to do so, I must leave you behind
It’s all for the best they say; it’s for the best
But like a cockroach I scurry back to you from the dirt
I left everything else behind, which I had went for
But I’m alright
I’m so happy, so happy-
I’m blue

If you eat that apple you will be poisoned
You will fall to the ground in a lasting sleep
But there is no prince to awake you with a kiss
There is no knight in shining armor to rescue you
Just a coffin and a stone with your name
Just the dirt, where the cockroach makes home
I hope the temptation was worth the joy to come

If you rub that lamp any harder
a burn will accompany your hands
Nothing will come out of it unless you open it yourself
But don’t be surprised if it’s empty
There are no wishes to be granted
Only dreams to be achieved
And like a cockroach you can make it through the bombs and fire
Atleast those of your own life
There is no prince charming to move your hair from your face
Just wind to put more there and blind your steps
If you want to see, move it yourself
Or trip over your own faults and excuses

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Cry Pig

Cry pig because you’re about to be slaughtered
Cry pig because people will begin to eat you shortly
Cry pig because you will be in a frying pan soon
Cry pig because you will be served in restaurants tomorrow
Cry pig because you will no longer be with your family
Cry pig because your children will be next
Cry pig because you will suffer through pain to achieve our hunger
Cry pig because you will never die of natural causes
Cry pig because you will no longer have feelings
Cry pig because you will no longer have emotions
Cry pig because your life is over
Cry pig because ours have just begun

Written November 23, 2008

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Human Progressed Virus

There was trust in you at one time
A best friend, so close to heart
In truth, a phase too afraid to die
A heart, something I never thought would hurt
Anger cuts out the rest now
Something I just want to watch bleed
Rip out the beast inside of you
Break it off at the knees
A feeling of hate and disgust
One person to watch die
Fists and pulsing veins
Wrapped around your infected lies
Sharp words pouring out
Stabbing my tongue and throat
Feeling sick to my stomach
Your face, I just want to choke
Words I never thought I'd say
Feelings I never thought I'd have
Never thought I'd have regret
Thoughts that make me gag
Should have known better
Should have gave it more thought
Now I'm ruined
Nothing but a tiny dot
Never did I think I'd feel this way
Always thought things would be okay
You probably never thought I'd say these words too
But I hate you!
Such a diseased individual!
Nothing but scum!
I can't believe myself!
How could I be so dumb?!
I hate it all now!
I want you to know this too!
Forget about what all I ever said!
I hate you!
I hate you!
I hate you!