I forgot no man was created equal
that one life is never worth just as much as another
that having love in your heart is nothing,
if you don't have the gifts to show for it
I forgot that your story isn't as important as your ending
I forgot that being human is being affluent
that being important with being wealthy
and being worthy is being important
In a world where all that matters is the carat of your diamond
I thought I forgot that no man was created equal
But in reality, I just grew up
My Momma's smile is alive
And the source of the world's happiness
My Momma's smile is a safe home
And my place of warmth and security
My Momma took a bite out of the moon
And was late for my birthday party
My Momma's name is Venessa
And it was my mistake to call her that
My Momma loves peach cobbler
But would never think of sharing
My Momma loves the Spice Girls
Like I loved my Ginger Spice Barbie
My Mom is the glue that holds the world together
Which is why it's now falling apart
My Mom was the savior of all my bad dreams
Which is why life now seems like a nightmare
And every night my Momma held me
And protected me from mons
Je Suis la LaraCroft de Poesie by Toxi-Heart, literature
Literature
Je Suis la LaraCroft de Poesie
Auras leave their footprints
And the life in the world becomes emotional matter
Radioactive residue
Leftovers
Poetry in the air
But I keep catching the same inspiration as those before me
Channeling the world of revelation;
Translating the things only felt
For I am a muse whisperer
A dream catcher
Excavating the land of Erato
Recalling the lost words of literary prophets
Admiring the inspiration in the world
And watching moments be reincarnated into verses
Hoping to one day watch the birth of words all my own
It started out with flirting
But if we said it was harmless we'd be lying to ourselves
Casting each other glances from across the room
Me finding excuses to sit next to you
The playful hits
The snide remarks
We were awful at it
We were preparing
Those snide remarks equipped themselves with poison
The playful hits became punches meant to hurt
We almost killed each other once
And I wish you would've succeeded
The death you almost gave me
That one way ticket to oblivion
It was almost your greatest gift
Because now you're stabbing me
Your words have grown to kill
The pen is mightier than the dagger
But with you they combine
Sli
To be frank
You're a douche
The biggest dick if I ever met one
But you're a dick in a different way
You're the nonconformist no one wants to hear
You're that guy who interests people from afar
You're physically alluring
You have a magnetic pull
But you're mouth...
When those God awful, beautifully thin pale lips part
You open the gates of hell
I've finally found it out
You are the Devil
I look at you and I smile
I want your embrace
I want you
I want everything you stand for
Every little unbearable thing you say
I want you
I look at you and I hate you
I want to punch you
You don't seem to understand anything
You don't see
Once upon a time
There was a time where once upon a time's existed
When optimism was no stranger
And love led to Paris
It was a time when Technicolor sunglasses covered our eyes
And the only person in reality was the one causing the illusion
When the world came crashing down
He was the one with the promises
The one who bent the rainbows to my liking
Oh how ironic life can be
And how love can blind us
Advice says let your life be your inspiration
"It's not as hard as it seems"
Yet, when I close my eyes
I see nothing
Maybe yesterday in the woods
A star lit sky
A passionate night
Just a few things with vibrant colors & emotions
But how would I describe them?
Orange the color of curry brings a horrid smell to mind
Red like rose petals or a prostitute's lipstick
The blue of my engagement ring
the color of an ocean scattered with aquatic fish
This is a letter
A letter to myself
An apology for a lack of action
I have put a pen to paper but my words have ceased to flow
I feel a burst of inspiration
Then remember it's already been written
Perhaps my muse has left
left because of what I've done
Adding pressure to my pan-sexual muse
I want eloquent words and imagery
But apparently that's not me
I've repressed all poetic ideas
For fear I'll lose my words & of disappointment
What makes a poem worthy?
What makes a muse upset?
Evidently I do
Repressing sexuality
Repressing secrets I refuse to acknowledge
When I hear flowing words
Words of literary genius
I experience a
Men shall not lie with men
I'm guessing that applies to women as well?
God loves everyone equal
And Jesus does too?
Then how come everyone must be heterosexual?
Forgive Me Father
For I Have Sinned
I'm bisexual
Therefore I am damned
Please excuse me God
But I don't wish to be pardoned
You carried me through childhood
And now I've found myself
It's not right
Not fair
I don't mean to challenge you
But you're sending me to hell
Because I'm fond of a girl
She's very lovely
Nice and sweet
She was raised a Catholic
Doesn't matter cause you're damning us both.
I'm in this confessional
But I'm not asking for mercy
You have no i
All the Stars+Boulevards by Toxi-Heart, literature
Literature
All the Stars+Boulevards
Demeaning
You can't seem to settle
You're one of the people who will always
Set people up so you get the pleasure
to knock them down
I just wish I could do something
If only one thing
That's even remotely good enough for you
But then against what's the use
Your narcissistic life leaves no room for me
So tell me, am I here for love or pleasure
I know I'm not good enough
But I can't get myself to leave
Help me, I'm smitten
I forgot no man was created equal
that one life is never worth just as much as another
that having love in your heart is nothing,
if you don't have the gifts to show for it
I forgot that your story isn't as important as your ending
I forgot that being human is being affluent
that being important with being wealthy
and being worthy is being important
In a world where all that matters is the carat of your diamond
I thought I forgot that no man was created equal
But in reality, I just grew up
My Momma's smile is alive
And the source of the world's happiness
My Momma's smile is a safe home
And my place of warmth and security
My Momma took a bite out of the moon
And was late for my birthday party
My Momma's name is Venessa
And it was my mistake to call her that
My Momma loves peach cobbler
But would never think of sharing
My Momma loves the Spice Girls
Like I loved my Ginger Spice Barbie
My Mom is the glue that holds the world together
Which is why it's now falling apart
My Mom was the savior of all my bad dreams
Which is why life now seems like a nightmare
And every night my Momma held me
And protected me from mons
Je Suis la LaraCroft de Poesie by Toxi-Heart, literature
Literature
Je Suis la LaraCroft de Poesie
Auras leave their footprints
And the life in the world becomes emotional matter
Radioactive residue
Leftovers
Poetry in the air
But I keep catching the same inspiration as those before me
Channeling the world of revelation;
Translating the things only felt
For I am a muse whisperer
A dream catcher
Excavating the land of Erato
Recalling the lost words of literary prophets
Admiring the inspiration in the world
And watching moments be reincarnated into verses
Hoping to one day watch the birth of words all my own
It started out with flirting
But if we said it was harmless we'd be lying to ourselves
Casting each other glances from across the room
Me finding excuses to sit next to you
The playful hits
The snide remarks
We were awful at it
We were preparing
Those snide remarks equipped themselves with poison
The playful hits became punches meant to hurt
We almost killed each other once
And I wish you would've succeeded
The death you almost gave me
That one way ticket to oblivion
It was almost your greatest gift
Because now you're stabbing me
Your words have grown to kill
The pen is mightier than the dagger
But with you they combine
Sli
To be frank
You're a douche
The biggest dick if I ever met one
But you're a dick in a different way
You're the nonconformist no one wants to hear
You're that guy who interests people from afar
You're physically alluring
You have a magnetic pull
But you're mouth...
When those God awful, beautifully thin pale lips part
You open the gates of hell
I've finally found it out
You are the Devil
I look at you and I smile
I want your embrace
I want you
I want everything you stand for
Every little unbearable thing you say
I want you
I look at you and I hate you
I want to punch you
You don't seem to understand anything
You don't see
Once upon a time
There was a time where once upon a time's existed
When optimism was no stranger
And love led to Paris
It was a time when Technicolor sunglasses covered our eyes
And the only person in reality was the one causing the illusion
When the world came crashing down
He was the one with the promises
The one who bent the rainbows to my liking
Oh how ironic life can be
And how love can blind us
Advice says let your life be your inspiration
"It's not as hard as it seems"
Yet, when I close my eyes
I see nothing
Maybe yesterday in the woods
A star lit sky
A passionate night
Just a few things with vibrant colors & emotions
But how would I describe them?
Orange the color of curry brings a horrid smell to mind
Red like rose petals or a prostitute's lipstick
The blue of my engagement ring
the color of an ocean scattered with aquatic fish
This is a letter
A letter to myself
An apology for a lack of action
I have put a pen to paper but my words have ceased to flow
I feel a burst of inspiration
Then remember it's already been written
Perhaps my muse has left
left because of what I've done
Adding pressure to my pan-sexual muse
I want eloquent words and imagery
But apparently that's not me
I've repressed all poetic ideas
For fear I'll lose my words & of disappointment
What makes a poem worthy?
What makes a muse upset?
Evidently I do
Repressing sexuality
Repressing secrets I refuse to acknowledge
When I hear flowing words
Words of literary genius
I experience a
Men shall not lie with men
I'm guessing that applies to women as well?
God loves everyone equal
And Jesus does too?
Then how come everyone must be heterosexual?
Forgive Me Father
For I Have Sinned
I'm bisexual
Therefore I am damned
Please excuse me God
But I don't wish to be pardoned
You carried me through childhood
And now I've found myself
It's not right
Not fair
I don't mean to challenge you
But you're sending me to hell
Because I'm fond of a girl
She's very lovely
Nice and sweet
She was raised a Catholic
Doesn't matter cause you're damning us both.
I'm in this confessional
But I'm not asking for mercy
You have no i
All the Stars+Boulevards by Toxi-Heart, literature
Literature
All the Stars+Boulevards
Demeaning
You can't seem to settle
You're one of the people who will always
Set people up so you get the pleasure
to knock them down
I just wish I could do something
If only one thing
That's even remotely good enough for you
But then against what's the use
Your narcissistic life leaves no room for me
So tell me, am I here for love or pleasure
I know I'm not good enough
But I can't get myself to leave
Help me, I'm smitten
Give me a song, worth singing from the heights of a clifftop,
over to calm the raging seas,
a pinnacle point, to quash the rage of the oceans.
Come to my side, in the pouring rain and howling wind.
Let the squall lash your dark hair across your pale face,
turn your seagreen eyes unto mine night sky blue's.
Here layeth the raging storms of torrential emotion,
which poured forth from a broken, bruiséd and shattered heart.
Here you sung to the storms, though they railed against you,
your steady, confident gentleness soothed the wrath away.
Now together, within my walls we sit and confide in each other,
share long passed secrets
Yet to have awaken
Still enveloped in the dream
The clock still moving
A heart given to thee
And still, with all the love
It's left at this
Bleeding hearts,
Saddened eyes,
Times we will all miss
Now, with marks on my wrist
Blood stains on the floor
A newly sharpened knife
I wish for more
With all eyes closed
A warm steady drop,
Slowly leaves the body
As time comes to a stop
I wish, the wish of death
End the burden of my presence
Be merely a memory
For time is of the essence
Part of death
Part of life
I'm driven away
As the clock strikes
Midnight
And then it's all over
One person dead
Enough time wasted
Their in th
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My muse is a bitch, we aren't talking. She gives me awesome poetic ideas when I don't have pen nor paper. Recently, however, she hasn't given me anything. She's left me stranded and thus we aren't talking. I tried coming up with some poems on my own when I thought I had inspiration but I was fooled. And no, my muse isn't a person but I feel like it's living & like you usually have to be deserving to get a good poem. Anyway, since this has gone on for months now, I'm seriously contemplating giving up poetry. Odd that my stress reliever is now causing me stress. Anyway, can you even really give up poetry? I mean, you can refuse to right it down
I have so many notebooks, journals, random sheets a papers, filled binders, etc that there's not way to keep track of all my poetry. I find it painful yet amusing to go through all my old poems and compare them to the more recent ones (I haven't uploaded them. I kinda feel like the internet kills the sincerity of my poetry in some cases). Painful because I was so depressed in some cases that my poetry seems like that of a immature little emo girl when it's really just the scribblings of a young young girl without her Prozac and Abilify. It's amusing because, god did I suck. I'm currently going through my poems on here and fixing grammar mista
Some truly wonderful person has hugged me... because they'd been hugged by another truly wonderful person...and now...
YOU'VE BEEN HUGGED!
(and they told two friends, and they told two friends, and so on & so on - ok only us old folks will giggle over that!)
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!