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When in DoubtFeather soft and quiet as a whisper,
she tip toes around the sleeping beast.
They would lay together in the bed they made.
Rolling around in twisted sheets.
White walls and picket fences.
Surely they had it all?When in Doubt by *Medoriko
NaPoWriMo: Day 3Today,
I wanted to pluck my ribs
from out my chest &
hang them about my house
like wind chimes-
dangled brutality;
a taunt for hungry wolves.

I didn’t grab for sharp objects,
I just wrote about it.

I never knew
I wanted to be a writer
until I lost something.
I still don’t know what that is-

(my mind, maybe.)

But words,
they fill gaps
that had no stories
to keep them
from hollowing out
in the first place.NaPoWriMo: Day 3 by *DearPoetry
Avenger Since then, flashbacks came and every night I would dream the same dream; desperate pleas but no one came, haunting shrieks that no one heard. Heart hammering against my chest while my feet were stuck to the floor. Blood figures laughing prominently in my nightmares.  Their voices banging in my head. The sound of gunfire. Different emotions coursing through me: fear, grief, sadness, loss. Anger was stronger and I swore to never forget. I wouldn't let him go.Avenger by ~SurreptitiousBloomer
The House Where Nobody LivesI live in the house where nobody lives
The kids dare each other to come close enough
to peep through the windows, maybe see the ghost
of the faded old man who haunts the place
I am that ghost
in the house where nobody lives

Broken-backed from the weight of the world
Leather-skinned from long ago sunny days
Dreaming of all that I've lost and wondering when
I'll be allowed to see them all again
I am the ghost
in the house where nobody lives

Dragging my chains and moaning in the night
Sleeping in my cold bed in the day
Dreaming my dreams of better days when i lived
Out in the world, when it was beautiful
I am the ghost
of the hoThe House Where Nobody Lives by =Bark
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Raw Hours (Part I)I’ve never had so much power pounding through my veins;
A deadly fire in which I’m battling the desire to hold it all contained.
Each beat of my heart sends these needles showering through my being.
Each fraction of the second I feel me rising from this sinking.

And this energy, this chaos surging within me,
It shakes me, burns me, leaves me barely breathing.
I’m trembling, its raging, it tries to claim my soul.
Im battling and clinging, like dangerous thunder, through my bones it rolls.

Over flowing, bursting, bubbling over. This feeling spilling, rushing through my whole.
This rush, this agony, this surging, attempt at Raw Hours (Part I) by ~singmyheartout4you
Vida.Life tests you sometimes. It throws you so hard onto the ground, you can't feel anything but pain, taste anything but blood, or see anything clearly because of your teared-up eyes.
Sometimes you hurt so much, real physical pain doesn't come close, strangely it seems like a relief. A pain that lingers, and makes you feel like you are sleepwalking through your nightmare of a life.
Life is the teacher, preacher, the abuser, and the user, but it is you that decides how to deal with it all.
Life sits idly by, watching you walk across the universe, it throws obstacles along your path to see how tough you really are, how much you really want sometVida. by *yours----truly
Sweet Little NightingaleSweet little nightingale
Where are you flying off too?
We had only just met
Won't you teach me your song?

Sun and moon shall arise
Clouds and stars will paint the skies
When she awakens, I will be taken away by unpredictable slumber
Parted by rising sea and clashing waves
We have saved each other from meeting our graves

Sweet little nightingale
What is this?
Why look so sad?
Please finish your song

Is this rain that is falling?
Or the tears of my weeping heart?
Will the sadness go away
Once the drops hit the ground?
Or will this aching feeling continue to break my fragile soul?

Sweet little nightingale
Do not cry
Do not weep
She will neveSweet Little Nightingale by ~EmRea9106
The Wreckage of TonightThe wreckage of my regrets, washed to the shore of tonight.
Whispering it's secrets to the cochlea of my ear, as white figures appear in the form of haunting freeze-frames of my life, all around me.
The rusty keys, that hold in all my gust, to eternity.
The cobwebs, that decorate my experiences into something rustic and historic.
The sounds of the waves, waltzing in the inner keeping of my integrity.
The shallows of the frozen-over icy, rough ocean; anchor back my mind.

Rocio Belinda Mendez © 2013The Wreckage of Tonight by *yours----truly
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Poetry
DEMONS ARE HUNTINGDEMONS ARE HUNTING

Sent to war
with no arms at all
Fight to live and die again
Surviving is unfair

Hell in you, Prayers of death
Keep your hope back inside
Full their lines, an endless fight
One more step to the other side

Left by friends, alone in line
Left in darkness, in the shine
Ordered chaos for the blind

Dream of Angels
Demons are hunting, their game

Sent to war
with no arms at all
Fight to live and die again
Surviving is unfair

Split in pieces, Prayers of death
Flow your scream to the sky
Traitors stray, an endless fight
Blow your dream, just deny

Left by Love, alone in line
Left to freeze, in the sunshine
Ordered chaos for theDEMONS ARE HUNTING by ~DraganTheMighty
OPEN WOUNDOPEN WOUND

Broken dreams in lovers room,
Pain's flowing in the air,
She's so perfect, my doom,
Pain's growing, I don't dare.OPEN WOUND by ~DraganTheMighty
PARALLELPARALLEL

I'm living twice in one life
I'm feeling empty, a hole
I'm feeling sharp, like a knife
I'm growing fast, I'm too old

A deadly game that I'm in
there's no life within
I cannot die, I can't live
and here again I begin

The impossible
here it's possible!

I fight alone with my sword
I'm feeling down, so cold
I have the power, I hold
I'm here alone, not a word

I hear a voice, who is he?
There's no one looking for me
I don't believe what I see
I cannot feel, yet I'm free!

The impossible
here it's possible!

I'm lying down in daze
I feel asleep, but I'm awake
The room is fading in haze
I see her there on the lake

I'm loosing twice thePARALLEL by ~DraganTheMighty
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore  
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools ofUnder a Witches Sky by *ArthurCrow
Poetry
Poetry II
Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for? 
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I concludeDeath of the Poet by *goldshroom
Ever deep...Tangled in the hesitations
Not far off…cataclysm
Patterned rage brews tentatively
Furious pent revelations
Withered on a vine
Morph into the chrysalis
Digression of decline
Liberated from a miserable state
Which butterfly’s wings to thank
But verdant locks don’t last forever
And can often change like a season
Yet quickly with no reason
Pleading to look beneath
But portraits never sleep
Thoughts turn to feelings, ever deepEver deep... by ~Deadtree-scribbler
By the lunar light...Why do you shine
So deafeningly bright
Do you even know
You are the source that lit a night
As lunar tines shoot hopelessly
Through endless hovering halos
Wishing only for your luminousity
Until the twilight finally goes
Away, only to be crushed
By the realization of the day
Still thoughts of lunar light
Fills visions that I crave
Yet merely highly inspired
Like by a sunset's last array
When I look at a woman's body...
I....
Uh.....
Forget what I was gonna say? By the lunar light... by ~Deadtree-scribbler
Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No painLife, Death And A Pork Chop Sandwich by =Bark
Poetry II
Prose
The 3 Blind Mice Had A Sister Once Upon A Time.Misdirected voices awkwardly begged her to not die.

Standing at roof's edge;
She contemplated death among charcoal smeared skies.

Wishing;
Wishing desperately-
For her sight.The 3 Blind Mice Had A Sister Once Upon A Time. by =XxSilent-xXx-SirenxX
SnowOlivia lost herself in the snow.  Sitting on the porch, watching the snowflakes fall from the Missouri night sky, she she let her vision drift into their crystalline reflections.  They were the only things that the weak porch light captured.  The yard, the garage, and the now-silent hen houses were as dark and elusive as the storm-ridden sky.

There had been so many hours, and so many patterns since her father had left.  She had spent days on the side of barn. With flourish, she could tell anyone who would listen on how the barn had been built, and how towards the southeast corner they had run short on longer boards and the pattern of the wooSnow by *enigmaticsmile
Growing PainsOur 7th grade classroom is arranged with a teacher's desk front and center along with 16 two-seater student desks arranged 4 by 4- bringing us to a total of 32 students and 33 living human organisms.

Of all these human life forms, why does it have to be him? I can't believe that "he" is my seat mate this year. "He" is Dexter- the boy who's done nothing but bully the living daylights outta me since 4th grade. I've never hurt anyone or done anything to deserve such a punishment from the heavens, geez. I can't think of anyone that would deserve this kind of living hell.

Maybe if I keep to myself he won't notice me...
I'll just keep squished toGrowing Pains by =Sammur-amat
Hypergraphiai.        Night comes once again and her lashes only flutter, her eyes do not close, she is as predictable as the cycle of the moon. Oh come sacred Sleep, steal through her window and bless her with a nepenthean kiss and let her dream serenely till her mind is quiet and her limbs are loosened, and let her not wake for days! However, inspiration sinks its claws in her and she awakens before she can drop her guard and surrender. The pen she clutches looks more like an extension of her gaunt hands that have no time to waste when seizing notebooks off the nightstand, and the pen can never keep up with the quickness of her thoughts. Writing all daHypergraphia by ~TheLunaLily
Prose
Prosetry
Lo-fiLo-fi
An honest confrontation the other day—one without conclusion. She asked me what was off, how to fix it, why I didn’t answer. I couldn’t find the words just then, but here they are for you: I want to have an effect. To be counted off in metrics. Corporeal: tangible shine or tangible rust. I want to write the stone and watch the ripple. I want others to measure it, engage it, feel it, taste it, scrap it, forget it, uncover it. I want to be inhaled in warm, smoky basements and exhaled in brisk winter night. I want to be the final thing they muse about before sleep drags them off.
The thing is that I know it’s all on me. Alright. But what length will this prove? I want to be worth something. (Or at least worth salvaging.)
So hold me to the fire. Shape me. Melt and bend the framework. Reconcile. I’m a creator; this is my release. Wrong like redscale film is wrong: purposeful, artistic despite itself. Expose something new, alter it and keep it. That’Lo-fi by ~Sigma-Echo-Seven
Burial if you find this

                                                               
                  please

cremate my feelings

                                   put my thoughts in a mausoleum
                bury my heart in a wooden coffin

                                                              dump my soul into the sea

     but

just leave my body here.Burial by ~FlickeringCandle
Expiration DateI saw the ending in a corner booth at Applebee’s

Over shared chicken fingers and a discussion of the future

It was the first time I knew we had an expiration date

I tried to smile as you painted your vision of the future
A future that had me married within two years
And bound to this small town in less

But the more you spoke the less I could ignore it
The twisted feeling in my stomach
That told me something was wrong

And all at once I remembered all the dreams I had once had

To go see the world
To get out of this town with its long winters and grudges
To share an apartment with girl friends
To do what I love for as long as I couldExpiration Date by ~IChooseToLookUp
CoastalSubtle surly winds from the southern islands blow in and the tarrying spumes that were collecting by a few buoys meters from us are now slowly being swished away.

I feel us bubble and dissipate under the very same, simmering sun as we become awkward and irritable, itching and burning each others' feet and fissures, remaining staring and standing half-soaked and sun-burnt in skin-trapped dollops of sea-salt and sandbar bodies; we are overcome by listlessness, leaving us wincing at our own distorted realities and discomforts, wavering with only a genuinely pathetic excuse for our often wet waterlines.

When will we reach the destination where Coastal by =Sammur-amat
Prosetry
Visual Poetry
Visual Poetry
Spoken Word
The Girl Who Once Readthere was once a girl
who spent days
just reading
she read to escape
into the fantasy worlds she dreams of
where crystals were replaced with stars
and mythical creatures existed
adventures were available on the tips of her fingers
and where love always happened
where beauty could be found
in a whole other world
where she could not belong
but one day
she stopped reading
why? it just happened
instead of another world
she escaped into a place of darkness
where her mind filled with torment
she lost interest in the books
and made her own stories
that kept her on the bottom of the ocean
for far too long
she thought she lost itThe Girl Who Once Read by ~illumin4te
A Letter To My BodyDear my body,

Here I bestow an official apology for all the things I put you through.

The spirits, substances and so-called foods that you are forced to consume and digest against your will.
For every last hormone-changing pill.
For every time I slide a razor across your tender skin to cut back hair again and again.
For every time I deprive you of sleep when you are already so deprived of energy. And then the days when I refuse to get out of bed and so you miss the sunlight.
I apologise for wanting to hurt you when I'm in need of emotional rehabilitation.
For biting the skin on your fingers when I'm nervous.
For previously feeding you the cA Letter To My Body by ~Lady---Vengeance
Rapatatat.Feeling, breathing, believing;
seeing, being, achieving.

It's all about the love, about the passion;
about the can v's the cant's, about construction.

It's the you in me, it's the us in them;
it's the truth in the lies, it's the ink in the pen.

It's standing for who you are, its being proud to be you;
it's staring into the eyes of death, without a fucking clue.

Know it, show it, own it.
be it, see it, free it.

Don't stop until it's over, don't give up until the end;
don't doubt yourself for a second, you are your only best friend.

Dance, prance, glance;
chance, advance, enhance.

It's all about the humility, about the human condition;
Rapatatat. by *yours----truly
MessiahAll heed
As the messiah takes center stage to speak
Hear the children's stomach squeak
Feed us

Feed us not with sinus-stuffed nasal sympathy
Feed us not with hand me down's and I'm so sorry's
Please
Feed us fish that you taught us to catch
Like little tadpoles we need to hatch
On our own unto unknown waters
Unto this estranged world of deranged men
We need to learn of life after dying over and over again

Starvation of the soul is
Deprivation of the dear from their departed
Victims of war with no visceral, physical remains to bury
And pay respect to

While there are women who can only watch
Never show face in daylight again
After the disgrMessiah by =Sammur-amat
Spoken Word
Lyrics
I'll Make My Own WayBiting my lips until they bleed
Because there's no one here to kiss them
Sat in the dark because no one needs me with them
Trapped in a cold, dark padded cell
It's meant to be a refuge but it feels like hell
I need the key but I don't even know if there is one

You said it would be easier than this
I don't deserve any of this
Please can someone take me far away from this
Before there's nothing left of me

Because it's just me now
No one else to hold me tight
I'll sing the lullabies to myself
To help me get through the night
And if someone else comes along
To take me out of this place
I'll welcome them with open arms
And a smileI'll Make My Own Way by ~Lady---Vengeance
I Belong With YouMaybe it's the hormones
Or maybe it's your eyes
And the way they light up when I say it's no surprise that
You make me so happy in every single way
And I'm really here to stay

'Cause I belong with you
I belong with you
You're the one who keeps me strong
Even when it's hard to get through

I'm sorry if it's cheesy but it's just how I feel
I've never known love before that's felt so real
You make me cry of laughter every day that we're together
Even though your jokes are awful and they do go on forever
And if you're reading this I hope it makes you smile
And I hope you feel the same and think that it's worthwhile
I give you my heart, whole andI Belong With You by ~Lady---Vengeance
Throw It AwayStop!
Put the blade down
Yes, you
Don't you think it's time for something new?
A new attitude, a new way of dealing with
The things they put you through
A new way to survive
A new way to pull you through
I know
You may not see it now
But if you hold on
You'll see
It always gets better somehow
So throw your self-destructive tool
Away and join the fight
We'll show those in pain
That there's always a light

And I know you think that no one's there
And I know you think that no one cares
But the things they said, they're not true
They're only trying to hurt you
If you go through with this
It'll only get worse

So just throw it away
So just throw tThrow It Away by ~Lady---Vengeance
In MemoriamThe guardian ghosts, ghosts of our great men gone
await above, await your advent's song,
The skylark's cry has vexed this vivid morn;
her notes denote in notes that know no wrong.

The ample ale of amber allium art
is milked by million minions of her shine,
Her radiance reigned, rained ray drops dart by dart
on fallowed fields, fields flood with floral wine.

Lie you now, now lie you near no night;
The calling candles clear collected scars,
The sun still sates the sweat of sheltered sight;
You belong, belong by better stars.In Memoriam by ~Zark123
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Foreign Language
Elixir [Fr + Eng]
Tu cueilles les moutons de ta peau
Echarpes douces de drisses de laine
Sanglot frisson soupir
Tu me serres à la force de l'univers
Notre monde s'écrase dans un silence de coton
Flot-courant de pensées et de rouge
Je te vois attache fixée et port
Le vent de tes yeux souffle ma voile
Vin de neige doucement dans mon cœur
Clepsydre pendule biorythme flux et palpitations
Tes lèvres tremblent de l'or qui s'épand
Percée d'un pesant ciel noir par l'aurore

Je bégaye d'amour
Comme un rayon de prune
Douce comme un signe
De vie tu viens tu reviens
Ta rousseur de vigne
Me touche et m'enlace
Mes plumes tombent
Dans les ciels et rêves rouges
Je m'écrElixir [Fr + Eng] by =Octocolombus
CapitanJ'habite dans une épave au milieu d'un désert,
Un vieux bateau rongé par le sable brûlant,
Entouré par les squales, fantômes réminiscents,
J'aiguise toujours mon sabre, porte chapeau fièrement,
Tel le preux capitaine que je ne suis plus vraiment.
Je guette les embruns, les marées impossibles,
Les pirates assoiffés de mon sang déssèché,
Prêt à me battre encore pour un destin perdu,
Contre la mutinerie d'une vie dissolue,
Dans le vague espoir qu'une voile m'emporte au loin.
Mais je n'ai plus que les os, pauvre marin nu,
Et vis l'enfer sans eau dans une soif terrible
De tempête et d'orage, de pluie, de grain, d'ondée,
Puni par les dieux de mon orgueil au long cours,
Dans un mirage sans houle pour toute l'éternité.Capitan by ~SuzelH
De si loin by =Wordeea
The Medium - 14Eleven: Ambush
It was still too early to guarantee an empty foyer in Kim’s apartment building, so Coyote went in as a scout.  He hobbled across the lobby on his cane and gestured for the others to follow, then hobbled up the stairs to man the elevator doors. Zeb wrapped Rocky in moving blankets and threw the bundle over his shoulder so that it looked about like a roll of rugs. With a little bit of Kim’s help, they toted him inside and into the elevator.
“Barely weighs a thing,” he commented.  “Duran musta sucked ‘im out again.”
“Their inertia’s tied to their strength,” Kim told him wearily. “When they’re weak, they don’t interact with the world as well. All the blood in the body only weighs about twelve pounds, so if he’s light, it’s because he’s so out of it. Mass is still there, but the gravity’s not acting on it. He’s less real The Medium - 14 by =QuiEstInLiteris
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When in DoubtFeather soft and quiet as a whisper,
she tip toes around the sleeping beast.
They would lay together in the bed they made.
Rolling around in twisted sheets.
White walls and picket fences.
Surely they had it all?When in Doubt by *Medoriko
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NaPoWriMo: Day 3Today,
I wanted to pluck my ribs
from out my chest &
hang them about my house
like wind chimes-
dangled brutality;
a taunt for hungry wolves.

I didn’t grab for sharp objects,
I just wrote about it.

I never knew
I wanted to be a writer
until I lost something.
I still don’t know what that is-

(my mind, maybe.)

But words,
they fill gaps
that had no stories
to keep them
from hollowing out
in the first place.NaPoWriMo: Day 3 by *DearPoetry
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Avenger Since then, flashbacks came and every night I would dream the same dream; desperate pleas but no one came, haunting shrieks that no one heard. Heart hammering against my chest while my feet were stuck to the floor. Blood figures laughing prominently in my nightmares.  Their voices banging in my head. The sound of gunfire. Different emotions coursing through me: fear, grief, sadness, loss. Anger was stronger and I swore to never forget. I wouldn't let him go.Avenger by ~SurreptitiousBloomer
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The House Where Nobody LivesI live in the house where nobody lives
The kids dare each other to come close enough
to peep through the windows, maybe see the ghost
of the faded old man who haunts the place
I am that ghost
in the house where nobody lives

Broken-backed from the weight of the world
Leather-skinned from long ago sunny days
Dreaming of all that I've lost and wondering when
I'll be allowed to see them all again
I am the ghost
in the house where nobody lives

Dragging my chains and moaning in the night
Sleeping in my cold bed in the day
Dreaming my dreams of better days when i lived
Out in the world, when it was beautiful
I am the ghost
of the hoThe House Where Nobody Lives by =Bark
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Lovely knees, scraped elbowsshe wishes she has lovely knees, instead she has a lovely
way to see the world. she doesn't believe in umbrellas, only
the stars in the midnight sky and the raindrops running down
her neck, arms, legs, spine.

she knows things that most will find useless: there are more
stars in outer space than there are grains of sand on earth. dogs
have over three hundred facial expressions, mostly made with
their ears. the average person will spend two weeks waiting
for the traffic lights to change in their lifetime.

she wonders: what if stars are just dead pixels in the sky? what
if they are specks with worlds living in them? that would mean
tLovely knees, scraped elbows by ~vampire-zombie
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Alliterisen: Let it FallI said such fears fall--let it be.
You softly said this new love mustn't mean
So little like it did, dear,
When we were young and glorious green,
Naive, near, full of fear.
Tell time it cannot care like we
But must make love look strong for me. Alliterisen: Let it Fall by *LaBruyere
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The Age Of Innocence -by Cornish Poet Clive Blake by ~CliveBlake
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Another Pretty Little Thing"pretend she is made out of ashes and paper thin words—mourn
the loss of her innocence, her freedom, her control.
cast her out into the ocean to dissolve among the waves,
find her a god dirty enough to still believe in her."

She was young. A child cocooned,
waiting to burst forth with fresh
gossamer wings - vibrant and ready
to fly her into the sun, but no
one thought her worth warning, they-
  pretend she is made out of ashes and paper thin words-mourn.

Another pretty little thing to
gawk at and unravel, peel away
her protection and paint her chains
to look like jewelry that doesn't
weigh her down - an illusion to hide
  thAnother Pretty Little Thing by *RiseandBe
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Is There Anyone For Stuffing? - Christmas Humor by ~CliveBlake
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Biology (In Defense Of Free Verse)The heart has four chambers:
two muscular atria and
two ventricles that alternate
between relaxing and
contracting, circulating
oxygen-rich plasma
throughout the body.

This is one of many processes
that occur whether you
want it to or not.

I can sense your flesh and
pheromones
when I breathe you in like pollen
or particles of smoke.
You are a part of my lungs
before tiny capillaries carry you
sleeping or intoxicated
to my heart.
Then it seizes up-
pumping little bits of you
through my veins like nerve endings
and I feel you
from my waist to my lips and
inside my brain.

The primary cause of love
is the chemical phenethBiology (In Defense Of Free Verse) by *FallingAsleepTonight
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New Co-founders!

Hear ye! Hear ye!

We have two, count em' TWO new co-founders.
You will love them just as much as I do.

We welcome to the team, DominaMoon :icondominamoon:
and prettyflour :iconprettyflour:
They will be working alongside the fabulously talented, outrageously funny, and my sweet and faithful friend, the awesome miss DearPoetry :icondearpoetry:!
She loves this group and has been working hard for it for a long time, and DominaMoon and prettyflour love this group as well and will help me make sure it runs smoothly and stays the place you want it to be, and maybe even to make it better. :heart:

These three ladies are amazing and I thank them for joining this team with me and our contributers who also work to make this group what it is

LJ :iconxlntwtch:


Shawna :icondreamlightning:

Ben :iconaumnren:

monsieurwar :iconlombregrise:

Keith :iconquestingpoet:

Zean :iconunspecifiedunknown:

Moriah :iconriseandbe:

jade-pandora :iconjade-pandora:

Eric :iconadianoeta:

Rachel :iconfuzzyhoser:

BookofNorth :iconbookofnorth:

and Joanna :iconamarum:

Last and certainly not least, I want to thank all of you, because this group would be nothing if you were not here, putting your hearts and souls into the poems that you write and submitting them here to this group for others to come and read. We are all very thankful that you do so. I am honored by every single person who joins, and you are all appreciated here. I wish I could express to you what every one of you and what every poem you trust in our hands means to me, yet all I can say is, I thank you. I will do my best to do more for you. And remember that if any one of you needs to talk, I am here for you. All you need to do click on the "Welcome Home" blog and add your comment, if you want to see if there are any other people who might answer with advice, or those who might share your problem, but if it is more personal please note me and never feel afraid, or worry that you will be bothering me. To help others, that is the main reason that I started this group. Whether it be through poetry or by having it be a safe space where anyone could feel free enough to talk to me or anyone else here.

:heart: Shanna, :iconthelunalily:


We at Poets-and Warriors wish you all the best.

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Newest Members

Group Rules

Welcome to Poets and Warriors! This is a poetry group with a main emphasis on creating a welcoming environment to share your work and receive constructive criticism, support and making some friends who share your love of poetry.
If you join, and want to submit to this group, then please read the following guidelines as they will help you to better enjoy the experience here, and to ensure your work is accepted. Thanks in advance!

:bulletred: Guidelines :bulletred:


Who Can Join?
- Anybody with a deviantART account can join.

Who Can Submit?
- Only accepted members of this group can submit to its galleries.

How Do I Submit?
- Look at the galleries we have and decide which one your poem would best belong in. Submit your work to that gallery. **Submitting to the wrong gallery could mean your work will be denied or removed.**

Do You Accept Fan Fiction?
- NO. There are plenty of other groups on DA for that.

Do You Accept "Mature Content"?
- Yes, but only if there is a mature content filter on it. If not it will be denied and/or taken down.

Is There A Limit To How Many Works You Can Submit?
- Yes, you may submit three works daily.

Can I submit to the Featured Folder?
- NO. The Featured Folder is for contest winners (etc..) only. Any submissions to the Featured Folder will be denied. This is to help keep the place organized and give proper recognition to those deserving. Any suggestions submitted cannot be your own work, but the work of another talented writer you wish to feature.

Can I submit to the Favorites Folder? How many?
- You may submit 1 per week. You may not submit your own work. Show off your fellow artists in the Group's Favorite Folder.

Art theft is taken seriously and any form of bullying will get you banned!

Please respect ALL of our rules. They are here to help!
We hope you enjoy our group!

Admins

Hi! I'm *TheLunaLily, but you can call me Shanna. Writing is my life. It's my passion, and the reason that I'm here today. My Muse is my savior. I love reading and writing poetry, I'm self-taught and I wouldn't have it any other way. (Imperfections can show emotions better than calculated rhymes.)
I have a huge heart, big enough to fit all of you in it. I would love to get to know each and every one of you. Don't be shy! I'm always up for a chat. And if you ever need someone to talk to, note me. I will be there for you, to talk to or just to listen. Whatever you need. :heart:


Hey, guys! It’s Banshee here, but feel free to call me Kayla! I’m a fun loving art major who loves her some poetry. There is just something about the written word that has me crawling back for more. -Like at 3am when inspiration always seems to find me.- I don't mind though!! And I'm sure I'm not the only one that's been there! I’d like to get to know all of you! Notes make me smile, so hit me up with one some time and we’ll chat.

Greetings from *prettyflour, otherwise known as Cindi! I am a women, wife and mother who is in love with words. I love reading and writing in all its forms. I suppose a have a special appreciation for poetry; I adore the freedom it affords and the imagery that can be created with just the right strings of words when put together. Just like Shanna, I am self taught and I think that we, who teach ourselves, have the benefit of using experience and emotion in our poetry, which translates easier and true. We live, we love, we write from the heart and soul. I'm proud to be part of this group and yearn to help inspire. If you need me, note me! I can be a great listener, a sounding board or be here for you if you are in need of an honest and unbiased opinion. :heart:


Hi guys! I'm ~DominaMoon otherwise known as Ava. I've absolutely loved both reading poetry and expressing myself through poetry since I can remember. I'm fascinated by both the written words, and the people behind them, so if you ever need to talk, or just have someone listen to you, I'll gladly be there for you like my lovely fellow admins :heart:

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Weekly Feature: Spoken Word

:iconprettyflour:

Some things were meant to be spoken out loud.

to a womanYou see it coming from the men.
You see the ways their eyes linger on you
When they're looking around the room
The way their bodies brush yours when you're walking through the hallways to class
The way they stutter and look away when apologizing for the accidental contact of skin to skin
You see it coming from the men.
You never see it coming from me.

God, was the world not complicated enough already
Without causing me to notice the interplay of textures in her hands
The calluses like mahogany mountains carving ridges of stone
Into her palms softer than Impressionistic sunlight?
I'm not supposed to feel this way about another woman

The Jazz ManThe jazz man with blues hands,
yellow stained fingers from hand
rolled
smokes. He jokes in rasps,
raps with cats,
and Kittens... this Dog man...
whose Sax drips with sex and pain
and love and hate
and a pause...WAIT!...
The skin-bruiser takes center
on stage
and rakes his drum
with metal brush...
tum te tum...de dum...dum...
a hat in 8ths, shifts and aches
closed and open, and ride
and back, clickity clack to  
melt alone in a single long "tssssssssssssssssss"
Eeeee......lon--------gated PAUSE in gait, then
CRASH!
The smoky black
is cut and bleeds
with a caged lions ROAR,
the band, full bore
o

confessori'll always be there outside of the box
where you spill out your burdens to god
tell me everything you've done wrong-
just unpend your sins, you're cleansed, now you win

i'm
the convenient answer
to feeling horrible about yourself
made a mistake?  i'm here, don't you wait
i've got all the time you need

and on it goes; my shoulder
for you to lean on will always be there
but don't bother to ask me how i'm doing-
you're not supposed to care

i'm tired of being used like an old whore
you rip me to shreds, leave my tongue on the floor
i'm speechless, i'm hurting, held back by my pride
i'm letting my ego take over my mind


Urban Evisceration     there is a thundering of one hundred buffalos-
the metro awakens
          and stampedes across the pre-cast
                                   terrains of my intestines
welders busy mending on one end
   cutting on the other
          surgeon handed precision and each moment costing another man's life
   

Set Your Sights Set your sights

I was barred, scared, and charred

but it doesn't matter

....that's just who we are

but wait

hold up

rewind that

I am the fire that will set this world ablaze

I will burn away this craze

this daze

this never ending haze

I will light up this world

and shine like the brightest star

for we are the sparks of the new generation

inheriting a world filled with plight

so set your sights

and fight

but we the silent

are given no choice

so if needed

..I will provide the voice

of a people so ignored

we must shout to be heard

absurd

we will take back this land

and demand

our right to breathe

to conceive

a world

the haunting sensation
the haunting sensation
-------------------------
hello there, you beautiful thing, you
i am almost bashful in your presence, but the sensation
it creeps, does it not?
it is familiarity and a delicious tingle of vistas seemingly unknown
all wrapped into a bundle
i almost feel that i know you, but how could i?
after all, i just copped your bag at the dopehouse
because it's been a little while and i'm so, so hungry
for the memory of bitter years and loss
to simply melt away
as i know you will melt in the cooker
and i almost know how you will taste, but not
i almost can feel that delicious shudder of junk riding me
but you forget a

Tell MeTell me,
    Does her name still vibrate through your core
                                           On warm, gusty nights  
                                                         When the lovesick perfume of honeysuckle
                                            Tugs at your un-kissed lips?
Do you see her eyes blinking at you from satellites?
                                Drinking your reminiscences like rum
                Until you don't know which way is up.
Do you feel her heartbeat like a drum, overpowering the sound of your own.
And then, do you realize that your organs were so carelessly sewn together?
         
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Weekly Feature: Prosetry

:iconprettyflour:

A wonderful mix of poetry and prose: Prosetry!

Enjoy!

a love noteyou have said a million tiny things
with a billion different tiny implications
and they never stopped breaking my heart.

She Wrote, He SangOnce there was a girl who wrote poems instead of sleeping and she
Loved a boy who sang when he didn't know she listened

She wrote, "Dear boy, I love you"
And he sang, "Dear girl, I cannot love you back"

This answer did not satisfy and did not deter her
So she waited more and wrote less

For three months she waited with pen poised above paper
Her mind too full of him to bring her hand to write

Then she wrote, "Dear boy, I loved you enough to wait"
And he sang, "Dear girl, I am glad you waited"

The boy started singing sweetly in her ear
The girl wrote no more so that she could listen instead

With nothing but ecstasy in the corners of

How Does Your Garden Grow?I sit in your melancholy wasteland, plucking petals off dead flowers, and they crumble between my fingers. This was a garden once, blooming with colors and the scents of arrogance. It was an annoying fragrance. Making it easy to plan our demise. Oh, how you must despise me. Do you hate with passion? I wonder if it is possible for you to hate me better than you loved me… Hate with a burning fever, like a child with the flu. Have I made you detest yourself too? Do you wish only to forget me, to never again see how I see?

The warnings were clear, my dear… blatantly painted in red across my forehead, and you ignored them with the blind

The Color of GriefIt stretches far over the seas,
over the snow,
over the mountains,
bitter to the chilled bone.
The gray attacks you,
paralyzes you,
grips you
and shakes you
until you are in ruins.
There is nothing left of you,
nothing but a frozen,
freezing,
chilling
phantom.
You are a ghost of your existence.
Just gray, gray, gray
with memories of the hate,
of the joy,
of the sadness,
of the loss.
You will never forget the loss.
You may forget the time she tucked you in with a smile,
the time she kissed you on your teary cheek,
the time she whispered that she will always be there,
the time she breathed into you

In This Moment AfterI probably shouldn't have done that. I've hurt, scarred, and mutilated people. Not with a knife, or a gun, or any other type of weapon for that matter. But with my sharp lashing tongue, cutting people like a whip. Now, in this moment after, I think, and think…and regret. What I've said. What I've done.

Well, what can I do about it? Absolutely nothing. What's done is done; there's no turning back. I only wish I could turn back time, just for a moment. I wish I had thought before I had spoken. I wish…well, it's too late for all of that now, isn't it?

So here I am now: cold, miserable, regretful. Empty. Alone. Because everyone has tu

you're no lazarus, then.so close your sap-stained eyes, no more bleeding for tonight. just breathe (as if it were that simple, in and out and in and out and in and out; what happens if even perfectly pink lungs lose heart?).
i want to disintegrate, or rather no, to fall apart, not bloodily and violently, just peacefully. (i've always longed for tranquility.) my soul, reduced to a shadow, intangible, and visible only to the naked eye (less visible than its surroundings, which is why you will see it more clearly), will slip out of my body and worm into your nostril as you sleep. stay there. carried by your breath's tide, ease its way into your inner workings. the one
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*Medoriko Apr 21, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you for adding my poem :heart: I'll have to give this group a shot :love:
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*PascalPrevost Jan 8, 2013
Delighted to be part of yours :happybounce:
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~VampObsessed Jul 30, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hello to all of my fellow writers. I've recently finished my novel and am trying to find representation. Finding an agent/publisher is hard for a first time author.

I have created a webpage with my poetry and short stories available. I will be adding more soon and keeping everyone updated on the status of my novel and the publishing world.

Please join my webpage and help support me. If I can prove I have interested people in my work I feel as though I have a much higher chance at success.

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~superchaoticboom Jun 21, 2012
Hello. Thank you so very much for the kind acceptance! It is an honor & I appreciate it! (*^_^*) And please forgive me for my late thank you.
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